I'd break my legs to get there and burn my
We are anemic and passive in our blood. Our bones
And I’m up again.
All these years have been a secondhand
There's something on and off and inconsistent about this. Can
We learn to see the world through writing on walls
Sleepwalking on the clock,
my knee’s are giving way.
My ears are
Heads up spinning away and around Swivelneck turns his head
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