i wish the feeling of inspiration
came more often
like when it’s summer
and your friends
and your sun
and your high fly
watch me glide
into your periphery
And your decision.
Is on the rise.
And when it’s late
And
Your expression
Is on your mind.
On a night,
which is like any other night.
When the shape of your body
Matches the shape of your bones
And they work in synchrony
Telling you
Where you should move
In
Line
Or
Completely Out
Which one?
You decide.
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