It is August 2014
I can almost see the ocean to the pretty western sky but
The gates are officially closed
I am, we are all tired of
Something that was never started
We'll have to run somewhere else
Somewhere where it is less polluted
of hope
and desire
Or we can screw etiquette
And set everything on fire
Perhaps we should properly occupy ourselves
instead of Central.
~apys
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