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Get Up
Up… Up!!!
Objective unclear.
mind seeps in flowing my dear.
Separates in two
My… the times out of tune.
Dim, Dated, Drapes, form the blanket outside.
What’s the point? We don’t need curfews.
But let’s forget about the grim!!!
And more the Uprise…
Oranges squeezing, Yellow Bright Mixing,
blanket dripping,
Pouring and milking
Such positivity in our minds.
Heads in 3D; Dreams are meaning
Hold up… man’s out here deeping.
Now the sky’s mouth has closed for its clearing.
The call to Awakening is here.
Stiff… Stiff…
Ahh… my body’s rough now.
The futile opening of my eyes,
The futile rolling of my eyes,
The futile blinking of my eyes,
The futile wavering with my eyes,
The futile gazing with my eyes.
Futile… Futile… Futile…
Wake Up!!
Mind in confusion
Shall I call this the execution…?
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MoHush Gaye
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