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Dalia |
I will stay with the patterns inside my eyelids
What is whimsy when you have walked up the junction
Trash collectors’ dues
This is the
We know what happens here
Leave, leave
They just want
I mean, possibly, they must just
Examine
What the pillage
All in a day’s
In a daze
Pardon me it’s just
Take this opportunity
Remind me again why
I never thought of it well
Encounter
Probably, son.
We just multiply
Reason, repeat
We don’t find
Strewn
Like feathers
Expanding
No but
This isn’t like
We and our histories
It’s not
They are alone
That’s how they do it
It’s in a book
Like what else
Surely not this isn’t
It’s a curse,
Just like the one in that book
I didn’t mean
It’s a line
I was fed it
Don’t worry me about
Real, really
I saw it on the
You know this one
Can we not do this tonight
We parade the stain
Just this, please, justice
Non-certainty
Predictable
If you’re so, then how come you
There it is again, throbbing
Look they said it again all at the same time
It’s inefficient
Mark it
It’s a brief time
Penned, penned
We wrote it down, we locked it up
Forget it
Like it was before
Just apologize
Right, zero
Fountain inside
Don’t try to quiz me
Desert, December
Don’t like this
Fine, just
Don’t forget to remember
Like it was
It’s all too
Marred
Like it was in the summer
Up to Uptown
Uptown jungle
It’s not like this
Listen, repeat
Forget it’s all the same
This time
We don’t have this moment
There’s a line
We can’t always do
Why don’t you just
Say
Like the way it was
Excuse it
We don’t want to just come out and shoot it
Like the books, this time
We don’t have to fire
Right, but listen
It’s not what I said
You can’t just command it
I will just stay here on this side and watch
That’s what they said
That’s what they said
That’s what they said
Now
Look at them now
It’s not frightful obedience
You don’t mean
Yes
I said it last time
Mighty pavilion
Rises
Through the smoke
Chamberlain
He tells a prayer
Like the last
Effort
Don’t remember
Remarkable.
You don’t have to
Sleep, just sleep
We’ll come again tomorrow
Fortress shattered
Milk the cattle
I get by get by
Forcing, fighting
Let’s draw
It was not that way
Excuse these times
Less than what they would
But now, this time
Much worse this time
It’s the same
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