they will cancel each other out with all of their sighs,their paragraphs and their weight.
Oh
their bluster and their threats; projecting a pocket full of nothing while riding the busy wave of anything, and then returning back to their sighs, their paragraphs and their weight.
It is impossible to believe they wasted this go around with such a rendition.
This go-round that is on a stage,
that is on a stage,
that is on a stage,
that is not even there.
In their dreams
they even careen.
Their eyes open and their sentence continue.
The box tightens,the accusers return. The movie speeds up at the darting of their eyes.
that ungraceful illusion streaming out of their head
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