Down the hill in the mud.
Lots of tricks and sticks and stuff.
Writing here but don't know why.
No effort here so don't try.
I think it's falling collecting fast.
Exponentially revealing thoughts from the past.
It's always there cause there's always time.
Plus I'm lame and just make up rhymes.
What a weirdo. Make a move.
You wave from a far oh how smooth.
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