i was born 3 million in the past
rise humble wings from the fertile crescent ash
felt power from facists, broken looking glasses
boys, stow your stashes, from styrofoam masses
walking streets with looks that kill,
dollar bills and cheap thrills
silenced by a flute trill
asking for a portal that opens on endless days
i advise bend not your wings to fit
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we're in rome, and have spent the day traversing basilica di san pietro and the capella sistina. all POPE all the time.
send me your new address!
rome is fucking NUTS. and hot. and really freaking catholic.
ps. lets meet up sometime after the 8th. my mom still has those rock cairns you and prouty built in the front yard. she likes them.
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