What’s a few months between friends?
Favors calling you to spend
your say, like you have something to say
u never did not since tomorrow was distant yesterday
Time is infinite, space runs out
for the frivolous and the devout
thighs are sexier seen through a Hookah fog
So wrote Juror # 9 on his imaginary blog
Still
lines are dead, long gone
soothsayer seeking the swift forlorn
there is always tomorrow
until we blow up in ball of fire,
but then who will need a pretty website?
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