I
pace scented you into a map
no one knows
spiraling
graphs
space
swirled
pictured
memory
sworn by
even
high
only drinking
russian
vodka
I
fly
where
angels
lose
wings
sniffing
vulgarity
inside
prices paid
I
give away
myself
for free
just
to see
if
to be
something,
I am
other
than thief
life,
lives
worn
streets
met
means
market
places
we
race
find
faces
fitting
ways
we
reason life
into
perfect boxes
we
gift wrap words
and
season every lie
we believe in reach
each, a holy regard
we
must
divinity says
have
enough
to
be willing
to sell relief
to sell relief
buying our treasons
little by little
so
you pray
know, I am
a
spine strung
hung medieval madness
tortured,
splintered voiced
a
static dark
always
wanting more
than
pure fun
I
can hear
when
you say
what
I am
spending
bones
setting
fires
stringing
words
like
corpses
and
rain
EJR
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