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Agree With You So 'Caus Patients Pending... Ol' Sylum Dig Up-Endin'...

UnSquare

Ex-Bluelighter
Joined
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The walk was good,
it helped the feat;
stomping on grapes,
meats dry on a rusted wrack;
fork-fed hook-sla'id
thrown over the edge
is off the beaten track.

Court-Y'hard trees linen,
one side,
sandstone stares
pride?

Naw, elemental-bent.

So,
for bottles SWIM,
wire aint a beach,
pools of sorrow
only heritage
listenin' to laps
of the heaven-scent.

Salt rises with the Bedlam,
buildin' houses
on the
Graves
of
The Crazy-Dead.

'Your'
Houses -
Aparantantitons,
The land you pay'd - Lent.

Smart Pine
Stone Target
A Green Bridge
Amp My Theater.

Respect the walk,
fine,
mark'eet,
an' hope they're well-fed.

Fo' they trust me,
those wiles,
an' mine bite was ne'er bitter.
Ever.

I aim'd fo' observin'
the dance;
know it's concrete -
if yo' pott'rin'
this Kiln
than We know how to Eat.
 
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