back on the shore 
kissing the floor
missing the core
whats in the drawer 
fishing for lore 
mazes a bore 
robbing the store
pulling the chord
locking the door 
giving it more
computer to boar 
war for award 
are you sure
i just chugged a tank of oil to get buzzed

pastors synched up horse and cart bricks laid 
fire light no boats around king of spec space 
ignoring repairs made to the black hawk down
in denial till my pig found slaughtered ground 
up 2d stickman redrawn in blender
sandbox like an old friend her
hand next to mine on the shore 
whirlpools like tinder dates
protecting bandaids 
sandra in gravity bed made
pen shaves
but that aint me when i leave 
the hsp and angry 
vest on anxious feen 
feather tied to a brick static on path plastic it aint lasting 
merging in awe walking wondering

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