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Cracks, sordid away

lay with them down

secure all

Sound the anchors, lord knows

forsent these, did I

list them

I crown the passenger

With shallow dismay

With shallow dismay

Residence in true vacuums

forlorn in triumph and envy

sheer cliffs drop full of thorny stone pride



Red wept in pools

Right where I’ve been

in familiar lands and different times

all saken and respected forgotten

in turn for the blatancy of fulfillment

Overwhelmed with mental stench and sickness of sound

dredging and wading through skullections