
3.1
who am I?
is it a bird?
is it a plane?
peter pan?
No…Not droppage also
She operates on different turf
My name is peter p pen
My middle name
It’s a brand I cannot be reveal
Of opaque Perspex
are the eyes made
The vision
That of the eagle’s
To see the tiny specs
At such great height
From vertigo
is my indisposition
consensusly diagnosed
The cure
Reaching greater heights
The higher fear
Driving out the lower fear
Until no fear is left
Provided the web juice
Is sufficiently stored
For further secretion
I have to soar
Until the last sticky drop
What happens after that?
I glide
I shall be cured
Now where is
The auxiliary tank
Left boot?
Say loh way
Say it in cantonese
Forgot to top up
When the discount was 26%
Holy anorexia nervosa
the mouth's trapped
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