i wrote something under my steamy breath-frozen in the age of the icey que.we were beckoned by our lines,but we staggered like sloppy drunks to our points.a bit unclear-reaking of poison,we decided to eat shit and bruise in the morning.walking with a limp,tender tendons scream like a parched grump.i sketched something in the glow-melted down to the
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