She walks towards me in a personality gravitate high tide and swirls
Time should move on reading her gestures
And the straight eye beam shot from her eye cores
She sat directly front of me
How are ya mother fucker I missed your hands over mi neck this morning
She is right I awe her one
Absorbing continued
Steady her reaction and tense her second line
After u travel the time with her mind processing
Improvising
Innovating
Until reasoning &
Deciding the second line
To let get me to my board
Picking a paper from under the stack of recycle rubbish
It’s been messy squatters in the tray
I didn’t say any and she didn’t mind
What’s your north
We live Towards the sun
Time is controlled by a spin
Days divided by full round where we left somewhere whereas others still not moving
There is no year one
And there is no zero
We are insignificant
Photo below: what if the day is shorter 50 %
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