a crescent wave is pressing
frequently I crave deception
squeaking by
I thought I mentioned
everything you think is referenced

encyclopedia
knowing how you messed with

how it's easy for the coding
names and dates
I put you in-between
the how and when
I loved and lost it
give me just a second
dust is
making it so hard to see but
there it is

what a story

think it was when I just
gave a damn about a figment so
composed in selfish
adolescence
what a mess
crying cement

I died for animals and angels

left with just a shadow farm of heaven
bleeding out
upon my arms

then and when I guess
or maybe less

I'll think about the
circumstance

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