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VAGUENESS

It's the ninth or tenth day depending.

The blazon fits you. The fight turns sideways

What I feel when the words overlap,

White space where your blackface

Sent you into a spiral, where the lapdance

Left a taste. The earth is a filter

Plastic, sheep playing riddles on the violin

Driving three hours haven't seen a thing alive

Mold counts. Tonight I'm so confused

I look right at you, you make me so loud

I forget to hear what I'm telling myself

The prayer I translated from indifference.