Easy Rest. Lucky. Fortunate fortune. I PASSED THE TEST.
With crooked candles in messy mirrors with deaf direction
in the woven west. My woven west. With your faulty faucets
and your Healing Hell I can’t stand it I need a perfect
hero. Hero hapless and naked nearness in the summer season
beach in a bottle looking lonely I’ll be breaking budgets
Robbing Reno now I have an open office. I am young youth
I am closing the chapter on you. Book’s over. Book’s clean.
Worry not. He had a great dream.
95 years strong.
Nothing died. Just me too, us.
Us me
Us you
Quiet Queen.
Ultra Utopia.
Battered Beam.
Best when Bound.
Fighting for Fiction.
For a perfect hero.
For a perfect choice.
For a perfect purpose.
And lucky,
Easy
Rest.
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