perhaps it's waking breath
that's been tested stakes
testing breaks; oiled lines
holding temperaments.
I think it's time: no recluse
you've stolen eyes
for past repeated lives
but lines define you've no proper loose.
tounge to the felines
particle disfunctions align
that promiscuous wing- govern no lose.
used to be alright-
used to proper aligns:
but where am I headed
who's lines do I tangent?
feints for whatever fifty
sent my progress.
but where am I headed
who's lines do I partisan
particular this static: no recommend.
hollow me out no more remains.














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