Sight of Priority
With poisoned words of wisdom
Like hard-baked charge-free pastry
Destroying central system
A single flash abruptly
Appears in giant windows
The eyes are now undoubtedly
In Edward’s hands and scissors
Blue dandelion feelings
Are blown in single moment
We’re throwing stones in ceiling
And then get bruises only
The alter ego essence
Decamps from crowded spirit
Tunes up with “empty vessels”
No rules to be prohibited
Becoming sharp in thinking
No need to spoil porridge
Continue chronic blinking
And being clockwork orange
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