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U need glasses from the neglect of your loud,
The sick intuition of black clubs in your mouth,
Alone U lick the sugar from the cream,
Anticipating the scout elected to be,
Your freedom walk upon curiosity streaks,
The laughter and encroachment of this biology,
What took U so long to make a step,
Nervous U are from the collections I kept,
Angry U are not as powerful a being,
So standing U C from the neglect I’m seeing,
A big kid picnicking in a warm quilted cloth,
Paint dripping by the powerful moth,
A maggot infested hole of a trap,
Contagiously breaking the mold of the map,
Centered by the capital of mutating wings,
Collaged by the bodies cup overflowing,
Down there U don’t need glasses to feel overwhelmed,
The choice of wind blowing away the mail,
A bold new look of unfathomed waivers,
Unaccustomed to discipline, unaccustomed to nature,
Still U wait for the glasses to shine,
Rubbed by drink of the sparkling wine,
Barefooted and cold the paint keeps dripping,
U need glasses from the neglect I’m missing.
