It came so suddenly on fire without flames
Streaking along the sky, cooled only by a Good-bye, wrecked havoc, chaos lightens the Atmosphere, pugnant lucid odors evade the invitation Of appreciated air. Sensual intimate gestures As dormant actions methodically rise beyond the Horizon, oppressing vertical heights. Water no more Water source according to the maneuvers Of dying insects, swat, swat, get down Closed in, counted like an abacus, flying Around the entrails heated by waves of Synthesized micros. Again push-up son, or Watch the moon, pull-up your pants, or dip Out of here. Fight for what, hot T.V’s, & cheap Shoes. I rather see the day the yard is not Overgrown with the weeds of society.
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