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See Sneaks
are we on fire
if so, please bury this
I can envision the new combination
I have scars for theirfs
and red for sleep
objection for objection
the enemy remains nameless
just a swift figure in the dark
like dripping candles or slapstick robbery
the idea is to remained conscious
through utter numbing and rendition
I must flee the chain of ashes
only to remember her name
this will fizzle out, sunny greetings and such
injections for snake tongues
my only cold opera in the wet lights
this is far from imaginative
this is away for and cold
