they limp from our mouths
Before you i had learned to fracture
..to peter the wind according to yours,
yet always you left me wanting
wasting on the cutting room floor
speak a truth, superfluous due east
my clocks have all stopped & hyphema is here
At another time you must tell me..
tell me of smithereens
As you turned my head
as the flames
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