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My bones rattle and bend, pressed without worth, who's to send, vices toppled together again,  pretend lives are choices where to end. I'm good at over stating my welcome, wrenching guts with drowsy syllables felt some, moving matters into tatters fetch'em, and preaching weasels catch'm Looking for strangers to believe, can I tug on heart strings, until they bleed, pumping essence of what is pure need. The mind is but a restless virtuoso searching for new stunts to perform. Incandescent charges unrelatable to solids, adorn raise the tone, blank echo all alone in the company commode of scrupulous sight. Blister blue blazes alight As you fig

Pulled in with duplicity voice rings from sea to sea ceaseless static between. A millionaire of sons sprawled out To Tiny entrails of dead digital cult your synaptic sparks. That clutter over this enticement. Poured out upon the masses Until prime will Collectivity ashes Scrubbed till Malfeasance is brought on feast until famine thoughts Between gy-gratifying in satiation over and back how much to wallow and retract Three sentences Scathed in contempt Piecing piercing Single digit harmonies a Life habit of walking Over stances and trances Infused our limbs imbued within debauchery isn't dim voices ech

just assume the darkness disbanded as the youth   fleeing off into the hills fleeting mallarky slapping skin on wet grass projection instilled with hills and climbing over thunder heads vexation distilled with tears evidence of the dust slowly growing upon eyes micromanage the spirit with clouds smoke spread upon fog vested without a path running through bones knoted together at the knees and slowly peeling ground from earth gets tossed for the air You'd said," I just want to live out there, where good things are crowned to flutter." a wisp of whispers I'd say tree's caught in the dusk watching the sky fold