your mind to the masses, and as innocence
fills their empty glasses, the poorest spectacle,
smell the morning dew,
faking feelings the way fake lovers do,
mutiny on the balcony, echoes scream in front of me,
the velocity of fading is always steady,
unhasty, nasty,
are you ready to plunge, are you ready to dive,
are you ready to assemble the pieces of
broken bottles of beer and whiskey
you walked on, decades ago,
cut your feet and smiled the pain away
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