challenges convention, broken intention
obviously torn in scope -- washed jeans, love-stained blues
Sullen winces, inept thoughts dangling pendulous clues
built up moniker to follow a mistaken placebo, lies.
Hidden decree lost to you and me.
I,
miss their careless, intentionally broken days
Fallen only to those
whose words still hold. They hold.
It's the day, forgotten for today, lost for
sunken tongue, but no cheek, just sallow, just sallow.
Flying judge walks in government--
it's always your judgement. It's always your judgement.
no more.
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