The smell of fabric softener,
It isn’t a high,
It isn’t a summer breeze.
The end of days,
Isn’t the end of the world,
But the sky during sunset.
Effects aren’t special,
They’ll just be done,
Over and over again.
Life is absolute,
In a fleeting glance,
Of how many days.
Love isn’t forever,
Unless the family left behind,
Prospers in the ancestors shadows.
Anything with more than 4 legs,
Isn’t creepy except,
From the point of view of an amoeba.
Efficient use of time,
Is making yourself happy,
By any means possible.
It isn’t a high,
It isn’t a summer breeze.
The end of days,
Isn’t the end of the world,
But the sky during sunset.
Effects aren’t special,
They’ll just be done,
Over and over again.
Life is absolute,
In a fleeting glance,
Of how many days.
Love isn’t forever,
Unless the family left behind,
Prospers in the ancestors shadows.
Anything with more than 4 legs,
Isn’t creepy except,
From the point of view of an amoeba.
Efficient use of time,
Is making yourself happy,
By any means possible.
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