thrashed
sentence fragments.
attractive fashions for passionate factions
brains like magnets
we looked for care in the craft infatically
tragic travestys like anticlimatic revelry
quite arbitrary happenings if you ask me.
godspeed us to sea.
fact is the only tricks I know are profanity
capturing the innerworkings of humanity
each aspect I hold dear to me.
clearly ,
my head is in the trees
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