bound by feet and gracious screw
spoke for miles and pitch the terms so calmly
like its age-ed albatross
you're a broken fall for fail of people first
toby writes with his left hand
dull dull dull
we could read minds with faceless teeth and foreign soil
stuck up in the avenues of borrowed brisk
lie awake cause we feel so stark and full of traits
practice
staring down the pastor
for a quarter and a palm
seeking young advice for understated enterprise
all-
tuned up for appraisal in a painted
diplomacy
(stillborn)
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