taken by a gliding feeling, reeling in a lot
ass on a stump of years spreading chained open
every tank of light is closed off by lashes of money
hurt the self, fall on a wire new to the only sun the dripping of
blood on glass the singed piano striking up the rhythm of the floor tiles
taken by a striped and impenetrable feeling, hands on a long row of metal carts
for the money that wafts from the sky for those who lovingly control it
for the chlorine grin at the pharmacy counter telling a lie to the air
sting the self's shadow, taste its resemblance fall down in the depths of
grandma's garden
ass on a stump of years spreading chained open
every tank of light is closed off by lashes of money
hurt the self, fall on a wire new to the only sun the dripping of
blood on glass the singed piano striking up the rhythm of the floor tiles
taken by a striped and impenetrable feeling, hands on a long row of metal carts
for the money that wafts from the sky for those who lovingly control it
for the chlorine grin at the pharmacy counter telling a lie to the air
sting the self's shadow, taste its resemblance fall down in the depths of
grandma's garden
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