Flying Above the Unkind
i fly above the unkind
stealing the art of the charitable unknown
whose candles will never burn out
i take said art and proudly frame it and return it to its rightful owner
grass becomes green again
trees become perfectly erect once more
people are happy to be alive and show their appreciation like before
however somewhere in the center of it all, there will always be that sad and unfortunate meeting
life will never adjourn
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