Love like a never ending story
until your pride turns into your glory
down the vodka after the game
conception comes like the herb
like the tree to the bird
time turns on the beach
on the blanket with your phone on low
going back into deletion
when vintage is now
on the plateau of plastics on sale and public baths
the movements and groove-ments
paralyzed on your platter of plague
change the future&the past
stay hard enough for it to last
+Peace Beast
