We all thought we felt the pressure
I think I have an ear infection
Or a tick infestation
I'm related to most relations
I'm paved in even when I'm deep
I'm caved in
So sad when the beads ruin your turn
Flow fast through the right window blur
Blow up a coconut
Bust next to motion
Stainless steel left a commotion
String a web like you would a guitar
Tune your face so much out get too far
Fall asleep wishing dark hues
Wake up next to a blue moon
Make up after abuse
Call me a crank and I'll thank you with a loose shake
My hands are wires a new moment too late
Say names out loud like they sound good together
Murmur swears when surrounded by bad weather
Whether or not you read this
Or make believe Jesus
The words are stamps
The prints are grooved
The scenery half wood the other good news
The frame hung low
My brain hung lower
The bottom the lowest the moment an interview led wish
Know what you knew before you've known it
Rewrite time and rewrite novels
Objective subject
Mile an hour fast flea flicker justice enough suction
A must lunch in
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