silly
little
girl
swatting flies
keep moving
hands
over eyes
We hear
the screams
from the
house
and do
nothing
Child
Gold
swept away
under fresh
burners
high in
the mountains
with what
down towards
the beforehand
four or five
years forgotten
source
break by
the upper crust
taking possession
of the night
bringing them
home
wire turned
sealed kisses
remodeled
by the foot
of the bed
repair
poor dears
the window beat
empty
gasping flowers
waiting to
be fed
through alley's
of profit
the drive
merges in
we walk
empty handed
Liar
Bull beaten
flesh bare
the red welts
of time
never healed
that everybody
knows
check the
trust
sell the sweat
how do
they cry
Colorado
the snow
follow us
home
under the table
We hide
buried in wheat
and lead
by folded
hands
carefully square
Fight
the can
it rolls
down and up
the back track
silky smooth
how active
do we run
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