you’d burn my heart into video
it’d keep you spinning
frame-after-frame
and now I’m twisted:
the anomaly of perfectionated language
tossed around like frisbees
windshear precision & cookiecutter dough
something you’d like to dispute
a history of arguments and a little less innocence
but what is innocence…
Can you disculate me one more time?
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