refrains and the chorus and rondels, arpeggios repeated into the body
one of those fuck you types
swear word afternoons with mint juleps and tongue compressed linen suits linked to the flesh with the sweat of the flesh.
fuck written on the floor boards
but you look at the ceiling for the day
"It's so sensitive, it needs air, it needs to do some living"
busy being grown up, forgot how to smile.
can't talk, ear against the wall.
can't hear, deaf.
"No one's ever escaped"
just
look
ok
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