I sit, a skinny latte with a straw, on my big deck
for a rehearsal of disclosure and assertive sound.
Oh yes, I do proclaim from here, the rooftops of Berlin
that I have linked for sweet infinity on this foresaken day,
we do not care nor worry over gossiping or sin
now that you heard we do invite you all to simply go away.
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