french americans rot

there twasn't lights breaking embarrassment no, there is illusions of daybreak i sieve knowing seas, lasting songs columned bridges dangling low on lustless ships deserting grips guilty spectacles, hived crustaceous criminals devouring sadness bells fasting to rebuild glowing hours casting italian imperialists hunting burning forests with wine liberated toddlers taunting grandfathers inside of ticking guillotines burning pouches of mothers milk