i close my eyes
turn my face to the sun
let the light invade me
thru my skin
coursing warm run
meandering down
uncountable little paths
god in a machine
hum of purpose washing over
Mikey
turn my face to the sun
let the light invade me
thru my skin
coursing warm run
meandering down
uncountable little paths
god in a machine
hum of purpose washing over
Mikey
is this your work?
ReplyDeletei think it is
ReplyDeletei'll be honest i think its pretty good and have a difficult time thinking that i wrote it, but i think i did.
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