the morning sun and the prince of evil
both in such a hurry to drown
a great green noise floods the air around us
and we're saving all our shrapnel
in the hopes to one day buy back our elevated garden
45 degrees
our estranged overgrown lazy platinum properties
our 4 magazine seasons tediously tended to
and your great hope that, that which truly matters
shall always be able to grow again
faith's in fashion.
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