wait

it's too soon

i am the strength of your convictions wrapped in yellow and green

i won't wait

things get blurry as one falls faster

th'optics flow

the little boys run around kicking a soccer ball

it's all just just light light motion

being projected onto some image plane

that may or may not be your reddened

eyeball

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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