for light sleepers that’s where they crossed the line, replaced it with transparency, restricted our pondering of water’s psyche our drinking, bathing beauty buddy up the hydrogens along with the oxygens let’s violate them, too what’s the worst they could do? ask you to get back on the sidewalk? that’s about it smell. it’s your best sense yet you can’t feel or hear putrescence since my lover’s been gone i traded kisses for optometrists a to z thinks their noise is bliss we think our noise is piss the neighborhood off before the first chord rings oscillating wrists between hips turn the radio off before the first chord rings the sword’s mightier than the pen when nobody’s listening

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