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when i find myself alone
i pity master of the phone
he rocks and rolls to idle tunes
but never knows the dust to moon
i seek in semper fidelis weighs
to somber past in the old enclave
when tip to toe he mutters new
the light within the summer new
frosted spite and hatred more
i seek no gimbal in the core
he rusted faster pace than me
to seek refrain from dust to thee.
topeka
