Lungs like asthma, filled up bright like plasma 1024 pixels come through

Stumbling not walking from the maze of the gem hard like rock tried and true

Enamel pure white brings me delight every time whether in person or the rear view

Lost locks, moistened frocks clean up on aile number two

The street lamp died, but no matter how I thought the ride was over, the rhythm still pounded I was surrounded once again

Telephathic spasm reminded me who was the captian and for me still grew

Rejuvenation not requiring the subway station to be in use but awaken

Born again it is captain my captain take the wheel and plow right on through.


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