All of us has a family that doesn't work on a time around Dieu
it waits for you to win
it wanders around with a work of monstrosity
one day we shall practice the unseen
one day we will chase our wildest dreams
awesome cosmopolitan, please come clean
you keep telling yourself
you're at chez nous
avez-vous "listen,
don't be an artist, she tells me
you grow up old and bitter
be a curator instead"
maybe i'll grow dreds
filigree tents
and promise is dead.
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