ROCK
You, who might have been a dream should have thought of this
before. A lie about, like a falsetto, crimes unconscious in a meantime of
hyperstasis. Driven and unspoken in a dire all your own means companionship
with neediness and greediness alone. I makeshift a reliance on ineptitude –
like it for a smock, a drifter’s note in the pocket of insurance, blessed and
weak all at once. Those who gave it to you love it, successful as it’s sake and
surgeons are all finicky when it comes to give and take. Memento this, and
restart the game.
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