Hey, tranquilizer, what’s your point?

The frequency of your days, getting all messy, right.

At the fourth floor, I heard her voice, asking me, “Was I wrong?”

Look, these black chairs come from a long way ago and

I’m stuck on it, my all wanted mind.

Send it back, these blacks to any eastern areas,

Like as they stay in through dry season.

Cold and hold tight, the sound gets wet.

Hi, my navigator, which is the way?

An old school course makes me totally useless, ah?

On top speed, biking my Ferrari, the wind told me, “What’s the next?”

Wait, and see this ivory shirt get dry to put on tonight.

You read and I write the name on the sand.

Hands of two, catch our feeling gently touched.

Wave blows down at one moment of high moon.

Night dams the light, my eyes get wet.

Bye, elevator, go down or up?

Unstable thought of this week, has been spotting me, so.

From the bed to car, your smell teaches me, “where’s my mind?”

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