Can't say I'm sorry if you never read this.
Can't touch me, can't see me, can't even know I exist.
My moves are ghosted,but I see you drifting.
Got too much to love than to let you spoil it.
There's no more you and me.
My sounds go with me, my ideas become memories.
There is no lurk, there is no spirit, there is only shards of wisdom.
If you ever learn you'll know that I'm always beyond your room, a muffled curiousity to your senses.
Find your own place.
For my peoples, here's M.C.D.E.
Late last year I slept on the 3&4 and am still paying for it; these are even better w/ a dash of Trus'me on the rmx of #5 (I think).
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