Buoyancy
Decorum walking on stilts
There's a train station beckoning you goodbye
Young Bobby is talking adamantly
he has lost his chance
Your hallmark has lost its sheen
paper machinations,
a wave of apprehension
out out of time
prepare to meet your maker
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