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Final Clearance Sale
Everything goes
Objects of space our corpuscles too
Go the change
Go the levels
Reality binds its sweet self with hunger
Waif's tooth
The truth
Between hollow pews
An angry belly and a glint
In the eye desperate
For simplicity a womb
With one rythem
Two cadence
Three waifs
Urchining their tails
Between dancing legs
Crafted eccentricity
The streewalkers
Stride slightly slower than the hollow suited
Drones that stalk them under
Waifs toothless
The truth
The bomb-ed news
America's empty bellies their hypnotism
Cruise missle
Complicity room
For less than huddled
Masses gleeful
Marching waifs
Unchaining their eyes
Crafting puzzles
Everything goes, see?
This fear climbs
Above us without certainty
Without credibility
We found the thunder
