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lined up like a butterfly
i crash into your tense sigh
you label'd access as
the sky shaped on myscore
so hang your language like adrowning
so shape that tounge like acarcrash
i need something to drink about
so conquer that quake and
liquldate my hunger; utter him-in memory.
and cracked across my windshield
you began to strip my shelling.
one drink too many; straight down every
voice in my life; quivering

so lake the guilt and recognize
i'm only learning what it meant to be alive.
sequencing your failure as a string
dressed to stick-up any passerby.

crippled with a tact;
relaxing off of yesterday's brew.
so make no mark; shed no lovers
and lay upon your bedding seared
but of your dignity and repugnance:
or rather; sell them at the door.

so lake the guilt and recognize
i'm only learning what it meant to be alive.
sequencing your failure as a string
dressed to stick-up any passerby.
still-born waste bought from birth
in the effort of skyy-ward stories:
so sacrafice the entire town
because you can't blame it on the party:
its keg is held to the weekend naught to begin.
nor need to accuse the captain:
morgan's crippled body commandered at the bow.

so lie prestigeous gold as you wander for a scrap.

Description
lined up like a butterfly
i crash into your tense sigh
you label'd access as
the sky shaped on myscore
so hang your language like adrowning
so shape that tounge like acarcrash
i need something to drink about
so conquer that quake and
liquldate my hunger; utter him-in memory.
and cracked across my windshield
you began to strip my shelling.
one drink too many; straight down every
voice in my life; quivering

so lake the guilt and recognize
i'm only learning what it meant to be alive.
sequencing your failure as a string
dressed to stick-up any passerby.

crippled with a tact;
relaxing off of yesterday's brew.
so make no mark; shed no lovers
and lay upon your bedding seared
but of your dignity and repugnance:
or rather; sell them at the door.

so lake the guilt and recognize
i'm only learning what it meant to be alive.
sequencing your failure as a string
dressed to stick-up any passerby.
still-born waste bought from birth
in the effort of skyy-ward stories:
so sacrafice the entire town
because you can't blame it on the party:
its keg is held to the weekend naught to begin.
nor need to accuse the captain:
morgan's crippled body commandered at the bow.

so lie prestigeous gold as you wander for a scrap.