The Tan Gent
Never wanted to get to the point
Reasons are not deeds
In my rectangle window show
Amazing how after all the years looking through my eye balls
Why dont we see like circles
That rectangle prison that imprisons us all
Look left look right
look up look down
and see the edges of our prisons
Fortunately im looking from the outside
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