I don't know it
Are conditions nothing for me
The global lifelong puberty
Is growing fungus on the glass of my life
Out there
They are standing and walking and talking
My life is invaded
My sleeping bag is bumped into and twisted
The distance from here to there
Is a mine field
The human tendency is sticky
Full of cracks
Is that happy
Or a possibility for demolition
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