the days are moving faster now
thwanging drums rattle suspiciously
daydream of darker days, dream
i think i need you here because my mouth stagnates and sputters otherwise
stutters out new rhetoric
everything is tribal and i live with the hicks
wild cornberries
entitled white fathers with good intentions and temper tantrums
everything is chewed right up by that same old drone
residual stains of real life
lenny kravitz hot car
it's not not so serious; cosmic and i scream in
my head about the third dimension, still
i am pressing to see that new color like it will save my life
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