An American Tale
Caffeine cauterized sutures Marked with caution sprinkled on the wind Sunken Ships outlined fates that twist Shushed purpose sifting the bottom Dredging the last of us in catacombs mine over mind Fallen short, trust falls The climb tells all and feels all trembling at the spine Ceilings clatter, echoes relocate the clinks of the tops of heads On rotation as those swivels fixed high from on high Knees tuck Rhythm stuck Feedbacks loop Guts spill and burn Soaking on the tide
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