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It takes this version of you awhile for Me to consider, as an illusion your so Consistent i can lean on the Imaginary love i create to spend time Being out of love, walking a path i Can’t share much. After the pain was Gone i began to learn how I built the Space, there’s no more moving out, Only coming back in. And that’s Where the me hangs out. I am going Away for tonight’s calling. If i could win Backing ends of New York From a waters front Without sails filled I would fall uneven At the day Callous hands We speak of the crimes of liberty In deliberated decisions Without family, holding our famine Building the ability of leading To know, of peace We are not a loaned property To use and rent, Lent is a language And no definition of starvation has guarantee My land is torn in unforgivable exiles Warred upon boys and girls While learning at one end of the grain Another gathers only smut and ridicule Empty hand mired in filth Challenged in the obscene Here at day, here at night No robes are understood How to wear a dress? I haven’t a table How to order I haven’t a couch The phone is not a word It is an unsound mind Lazy and lusting in betrayal We are not old enough today, conspire Stilled in fascinations bottle The babe and the milk Exhalted high commands postings Of criminaling justice Extremist reprimand of impotent spigot How gone in to the tonguing of spit Beautiful thorned charity of rogue Has not the fires breathing of dragon Renewed your familiarity with the barrels pork? The followed and the followings Hurried to spend, not in workings Vowed and blinded in line Shameful herculean deed Needn’t I win in affording myself freedoms Told and berated, casual and frustrated lenses Consternations pew, halting very few Rushing bribes and brides Saddled side in tight Purchaser of sighs Cowardly honor denied I know no other is me I no love In lusted lies she believes That is stared Relief is hunger And fast is drowning On time I am vast Over the bearing Where I a child Am meant to be met Force of me is inside And her eruption Was not before the wars Called me backwards into the dimension Of medicine Watching the jades collide Missing the shamans wild wife She scowls at my entrance inks of poisonous shlacked Falling A limbing of the torsoe Divinity Ambrosias waterfalls Meaningless voice actor Mime in death I have no need of hello The longest hauls of pain Mercy done exit the brains Contemptuous locust's Parasitic reference