preston: 8:53 P.M.
clearly i am dying, dearly i am writing,
merely testifying, that the test to fly requires i,
pass the test with colors flying,
i don't believe you most the time,
i'm lying 'cause i say i am fine,
you are the pearl, i am the swine,
so break my life and take this rhyme,
i'm so sorry but i do believe,
that all my bridges, i have burned,
and i've earned a policy of no return,
so be concerned.
YOU ARE READING
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