Unspiritual Youth, Rogue Biofeuls 

And what Kind of man am I in the eyes of this young boy? 

who looks over the glass tabletop with his fingers gripping the edge

We all live the same life over – As seen through sweet chocolate brown eyes

When we stare into living world of seperate reality;

Reflections in compressed sand 

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