New Condition For Dsm Iii
Tomorrow they tell tales
Bring back bright boyhood
Dumped deeply in dales
Forest fled for fickle food
Could you clamour clean
Till tomorrow throw them
Last lingering lines lean
We wont wait to weft them
Around ancient anxieties
Ego esconced, embattling
Dull days dead drunk deities
Some senses seared still screaming.
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