Oh thoughts of mine who do you run into, when time beats us once again
and why does hair grow on fingers, while time ages skin
Don’t accept what you can’t acknowledge… but time sure buys belief to some
Time management creates poverty
Do you like to be poor
Rich men’s flesh is tastier than meat, so sad to be vegetarian aren’t you
In my world the darkest chocolate illuminates
and debt collectors are entrusted to my darkest thoughts
My darkest thoughts shelter demons that fear orange
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Winter clothes should become illicit on rainy days in May
or should people get outside an mingle
This world reaches out to the inside, yet it never grew distance like today
I do wonder where my thoughts go
…whenever I miss the opportunity to write
Ghostwritersandy 