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unbound prosperity & nervous tics
Saving up for freedom,
four more months,
by then cold will be whimpered out.
The fast plan fizzled out,
this time we wont feel overwhelmed.
I know its a strict code society sown.
Some nights the thrown you rest your head on is cold,
mines dust.
You shutter at fast movements,
I rupture under the unannounced.
