@Sizan200 11 October 2020

You are Just in the picture

You just write on the book. That's the far-off the river The people who are all crowded Sky's bottom; That's the day night All right, all right, all we got here They're Ravi You're not true man like them. Hi, you're just a photo. Why do you feel calm down in the bush? Follow the passengers They're not the way. Why is that night? Everyone's gonna be so far away At the end of stability. This dust Pick up gray. Heading up the wind; Ravi's axe's is open Back in the form of a tru man Written in the organ The spring union This dust also lies true; This green. Line on the world's altitude. They're so awful, so they're all true-- You're steady, you're a dark photo, You're just pictures. One day, you'd be on this way Born to breath; The organs are a living organ. How many songs will you dance? It is Coming. Your rhinocero nob Leaving them around the world; How long he was. In this life I'm in my mind That's true Down in the moo's eye. You wrote it on the way. Pick up Ross's chick. That morning you were the one The message of this world is a statue. To go the way together Behind the Nights I'll stop you. Then I'm after that How sad. I'm on the way to the front It's a tide-knife Sky-milkyway; Down on the way The flowers are silent It was loud Little life-standing at the millennium. Life in the death. Unknown. I left the distance-- I love the way. You're gonna be the way Where you stood You're still there. The green, the dust-- those, the Shirby-ravi Behind everyone. You're photo, you're just pictures What a rattle call You picture? No, not just photos Who says you're a fixed line The blast. Dead die, she would have stopped This river Beach waves, This cloud The wire is his gold writing. Your hike If it were to be a shadow of the chiku world Well, I'm not sure When Lillai in the lote of the canal A shadow-mouth shade in the forest The soil. Forget what I've gone. The one you took is the root of your life That's wrong. In the blind way, don't forget what flowers. Do they forget Yet they are Lovely breath. The wrong vacuum is filled with a sound Not to forget, he's forgotten; Boss has blown out the blood that's Dola You're not in the front of the eyes, Between the eyes; That's right Shamlow in the Shamlow, blue My disappearance You got it in his heart. I know, somebody knows. But the music is a song; You're poet's heart. No photo, no photo, no, not just photos. Where did I get you at the morning? I lost the night You're in the dark after that. No photo, you're not.