#27

Everyone is still piling onto the ladder.
Soft minor notes are playing through a misty orange window.
Drink more, drink more water before the fall.
A wake up call in Florida arrives.
Everything is made of triangles and energy.
Maybe I shouldn’t message that guy?
The current feels like the day after a 6 month long party.
Marketing shapes me through the eras.
At the party, I fell through a ghost ship.
You pulled me out with one eye open.

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