I drown in you like quiet rippling seas oblivious to
modern day temple infected green
fake, pasted, and broadcasting
stems and
jaded eyes and stained glass windows.
martyred beliefs and empty
I saw you in the lunch room
when i threw away
I have given up on this you'll never understand why,
Take away this ending,
store it away for later
and
So convince me it’s coincidence as silence gives way to
we can live like spies in a small town
uncover secrets
Steel yourself for the reckoning
I'm down for the count
Here I stand on the threshold of mediocrity poised at
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