BrainBulb

Minds tethered to the eyes tips

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We walk this earth

Around, sights hold a barren dearth

Almost gone, theres a falling curtain

Rest becoming their certain

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Some sole travelled and weary

Others hooked on another’s dreary

Lightning beams, saplings, generous and green

Living for a rerunning dream

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In fields of folly we all begun

Looking for our sweet smelting sun

To come upon a shared solace

From many though, a piercing malice

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Willing, a touch, greet to a holy meet

Peering from each’s retreat

Only, only for it exists

A wishlist murmur that always persists