Banking within a devil being afraid of somebody
while living roses don’t turn grey.
Frost over the heat which has broken in my heart.
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Performance anarchy gets lucky with wells,
you’ve built something around something surrounding naked.
Tell me I’m being tried while driving and shaking.
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So face the sun already, picture you both crying.
reflecting shock that hasn’t been seen before.
Acting like you dont, wont grant the premise.
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Not for your nickels, those aren’t your dimes.
To edge on dimes at all. As if.
No effect on the spin becomes part ownership.
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Not suitable at home now, from chasing trains
escaping to tempt tugs, that child sleeps.
In a bark-market, We understood, too.
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You are the meat.
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Not available at home equals retail from crashing
disconnection more than angels envy.
Some weird sin on credit, becomes zeolite.
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“Promises to not tell“ forgot that they are
messages taken to the front row.
An understudy to the center of the storm.
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Season two really a lesson read treads as thin
as these weeks, who counts weeks anyway?
Seas of clarity or a hurricane with a dumb name?
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Gained a loss of consortium, people i wouldn’t
want to consort with.
Its always the philanderers that go to Jesus.
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A chokepoint on the horizon, and a structured
remedy, remember this line.
And the line you took.
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2023 J.Saliba
Joseph Saliba - Poems and Loss 