Popoki

Let's cake this one on quickly

Before we have to run out on stage

and show emotion

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Like I said

I so would

But not to who you expected.

No.

THIS IS A MURMUR

this is what we whispered that one time

with our lazy eyes adjusting in the dark

We dueled with the swords of perspective

You fighting for me, me fighting for you

It could of happened

It could...

I don't know even how to finish that

It could...

It could be anything

It could be horrific, wonderful, mediocre, whatever.
I just want something.

Lucky pennies will squeak familiar tunes as the ones you make

A duet, one can say

Yet you come from perfection

Me? You talking to me?
I come from failure, a fat man with fat dreams that stay dreams that he will try to pass on into the next generation

Makes me want to cry that you achieve these dreams
Yet...
Maybe I haven't opened my eyes wide enough...

Well. Not too long to think

Only have one more week till the cymbals crash

And open the doors.

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I need to sleep.