another twenty
9 years ago
though impulses come as a cresting urgency
a concerted inertia stays the hand and tongue.
days go by like this, and i ask through teeth
what the hell did you expect?
though it leaves its share of rubbish
the circus of foreign ambition never leaves town.
a concerted inertia stays the hand and tongue.
days go by like this, and i ask through teeth
what the hell did you expect?
though it leaves its share of rubbish
the circus of foreign ambition never leaves town.
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