we're the last of a dying need. we tried. but it's no help.
alright. we'll try. please pull back
your need to traumatize
me.
and we'll all be alright
unwired
with hallowed praise for
effort more weighty
than all our
drunken souls scattered like lines on
the sunday
they knew was coming.
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