rolling over
enjoying themselves; enjoy their lives
do not cringe at concrete facts
it is the lies that scare them
the truth, they will pray for
when rain won't stop pouring
tears keep falling-
or are tears raining
the rain on their faces?
Blank faces
stop calling
they warned him
he fell and is torrid
she's gone, and it's boring
she's candid
he's stranded in a barrel full of laughs
in the desert with thorns in his feet and burns on his face
the places:shattered glass and voodoo dolls
jumping out of cakes
manipulate them
wind the brains up
lock away the movement
find the glue and brew them
savory and sweating
bring an end worth fretting
fetters made of feathers.

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