tourists look to the skies trees continually disappoint
the expectations of others, this flush of morning, this
way you will come to hate yourself & hate the crass
footfalls in response too they will be charmed by
your distress, this fuck of a page, distress charming
you (complicity over continuation) i’m a musty cellar
in a harry potter adventure you will mount the stair
in that cute otherness of expectation (flush) but if
anything, this setting of urban garden, strangers
were charmed by the distress in your gait (swank)
bling of hips & thigh you will come to along apt
gravel walkways, this feeling of vermillion, &
expectations got valid last week (text: capital)
handshakes never known to disappoint like stupid
pedestrians looking to the maps to continually
disappoint the expectations of their kids or earrings,
this shish kebab epoch, you’re a reference to culture
like all the others, this way (go on green) you will
come to hate yourself & the little blips of a google
map they will be charmed by your distress, this
banal line of direction, (clouds skate with friends)

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