black star, a
i am in the universea universe
falling to find my rest
unless i smile and this drop of tear
while it makes sense to me
has no sense indeed
words are making programs
before computers were in our minds
run, goto, stop and count
run hundred times before
going back to your blocks
i was raised in block 3
count 3
Poetry by yes, kant can
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Written on 2018-01-23 at 20:55
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