"Unknown #20"
by Arcassin Burnham
Tell Your friends, tell your friends,
that you haven't tied up loose ends,
shooting at paper planes,
and carrying weight,
tell your friends, tell your friends,
that it ends where it begins,
better perfect your aim,
Because there's no time to waste,
Erasing limits far beyond our humanity,
Pure in the greatest of forms and all your social graces,
Tell that dirty pest to trade places
So you could be in the upper class of delightfulness,
But knowing in reality your delightful mess.
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