her abandon saw egos shatter. tiny men dissolved in their sleep. but I know the empty charms. I've drained a thousand lines. I played a lover wronged. I payed to watch him die. sew up your shop worn eyes. why not pretend that you've tried the other side of swing low. fall back on odious times. sew up your shop worn eyes. why not defend your resign to hard outlines of confounding forms, the stuff of liars. the same whore patronized, solemnly climbed...
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