at a quarter past you find
please help me stop writing crappy poetry

a completely preventable disorder

Appreciate the corpse has had a tough week and

believe it the windchimes still try too hard

so without money for once come home

dense as a felony brain voiceless as

ever in your boast to lift more rock more

sheep or flashing green data fermented

green pillows of seizures not even doctors

can harness and you coming home to stand manly

and skirted in a corrupt and earthly peace

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