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spare me your celestial proctection
it’s prodigal
i got a moon sized shield and spirit congestion
the things inside me are not defenseless

a paltry existence
conflicts of interest
these lights move too slowly
through salt flat race way galaxies
harboring
carefully constructed inconsistencies
martyring
a romance steeped in
history

people trapped in city buildings
sharpened stained glass, tiny bee stings
we can not afford to feel
no more heroes

please let’s not bring up
the halo around my head
it’s been reminding me, it’s all dead

please lets not bring up
the halo around my neck
it’s been choking me, half to death

you could be a cloud of flies, lay in wait for my demise
you could be the cloud of flies that locks the door and stays the night

align your jaw

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