sometimes I'm hard at work breathing my battleground
flair has crated me from wist to bounty. it is that easy anymore, to look back and find the lattice that deflects a roseate economy, a blue chime, an endorsement.
but my faculty of witness bothers a mismatched inside. the fetters bless me. the inflamed deformity of withers comes to mine.
a person snatched a person from a context. now I can't abide allowing shoulders to relax. it is as though each corpuscle mattered, even when it can't.
consistency pays dividends, says our mantra in low tones. cement the premises with philosophy that stains. watch how windows share what is against them.
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