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Shark Riot

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A page full solo, of so low sunk beyond distinction junk heap
May we pile together higher than a sight worth scene convicting
I fell off my tongue is twisting in the wind as not a lasso but a lash,
that fell my frienRAB and shook me fast in dreary fasten.
Like buttons tight to coats to hooks we learn to clip the apex.
Learned to stoop, the id in check, a facefull fact drowned in endless
mirrors of our tact. Casehardened earthly time becomes, and falls to
bits, we search for crumbs to corners of our own where new fears
chase the fears we'd known.
 
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