Through Trip (Street)A Poem by isusprobably not final version.Endless fun like endless sorrow burning in the hollow ground, leaving Sun for us to follow till there is no other sound. And do you even know for sound, do you know that you can hear it? Have you ever seen true color? -Try to imagine new one, try to find just one new color. Out of time and out of mind I don't really wanna bother will I live or will i die in flash of light, in stroke of thunder.
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