Songbird
All we can
be, or not.
Crystals and
diamonds will
energize and produce
fractals. Fractured fraternities
going off the deep end, going out of
history towards the moments where they
ignore and implode. Roll over and under the
joints of my kneecaps, sing and song and sunder
killings of dreams and world leaders. That is a
low blow, sir, a low blow, sir, a low blow,
merciful God, make me remember,
never let me forget those little
overreactions she desired,
pined for, it is absolutely
quintessential that I
remember. Why?
Sing of those
theaters of
unread
vibes.
We.
X marks the spot,
You know I love you, I'm a
Zealot from the church of you.
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