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we are a consequence. our bad ideas brainstorm.
dire mechanisms
twist and turn, give up
the fairy tale mob
born of other's dreams.
lost on perfection.
deliver me, hungry ego,
blasted rats.
fill my lungs with church smells.
stagnant shortcomings
with pews of dirt soaked wine.
everybody stitch a new skin together
massive sorrow
automatic in being,
geared for getting going on downs
and whales were never part of us.
a result
pliers, fucking.
somewhere it shines.
bitter fellow angioplasty
tucked into a bright satellite conglomerate
o follow in the swell.
greedy regrets that stick
served under fluorescence's glow
and somewhere,
a pair is being pardoned
the cliche uncupping of the hands as the bird rockets fourth
our home,
stuck in the mote
met with ammonia glances
it's you, diana
the typewriter keys
get stuck in your rib cage
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