the children pick the labels before they speak
of pirate software
here i am - sitting down
with my head in my
like a story of abuse on a television
like inevitable death
Staring through overcautious symmetry
They point and they sneer
You are just
So you're selling me skin, at an affordable price, but
borrowed time
they say sublime
im' lost here in this
changing out of
just before you woke this morning i held you in
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