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busy verbalizing my merchandise                                                               a display of teeth reefed behind my smile                                                       because merchandise is what i am after                           and The Revels watch over me                                 and laughter drains down through sewer grates i am watched over                                                                                           my potential client walks away                                                                      but returns again with queries                                                                        on this hot day                                                                                                  a smell like burnt hair raises from the gutters                                             and these are the streets that radiate                                                             on this hot day                     an honest clash and not some some touchy bout and here we are                                                               the costly coil of pushing business together ;                                               a lively thrive thrifty **** you"s and a dressing down        circling the other and striking their buttons                          interlaced within is a genuine pressing                toward each other goals   this partnership                                                                           swiftly made                                                               has an extreme edge and chaotic balance           the both of us must master or abandon our productivity              shall we be served by this union                                      or sever fighting ? unfit                                                                        it swerves and suffers a pity                   let's keep this one brief                                                      we manage business handshakes and scowl away with our wares each of us feeling equally scammed (we've made useful enemies at best) i break out laughing all the same-how and howl because i feel that feeling that this could go on forever and business has roots in all my moods i crouch at the curb        the curb is abrasive                              i sit i look at the dry heat radiating off the tarmac the slight greasy lime taste of the air passing the roof of my mouth the electric wires running hum into the buildings the storm drains at the edges of the roads where laughter siphons down to the magma of Hades it is waning off now                          and i feel vague i stand and i scan for more players i spot a vivid orange one one that i may barter their aura of vigour traded for my sketchy wares
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Mar 12, 2022
Mar 12, 2022 at 9:55 AM UTC
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busy verbalizing my merchandise                                                               a display of teeth reefed behind my smile                                                       because merchandise is what i am after                           and The Revels watch over me                                 and laughter drains down through sewer grates i am watched over                                                                                           my potential client walks away                                                                      but returns again with queries                                                                        on this hot day                                                                                                  a smell like burnt hair raises from the gutters                                             and these are the streets that radiate                                                             on this hot day                     an honest clash and not some some touchy bout and here we are                                                               the costly coil of pushing business together ;                                               a lively thrive thrifty **** you"s and a dressing down        circling the other and striking their buttons                          interlaced within is a genuine pressing                toward each other goals   this partnership                                                                           swiftly made                                                               has an extreme edge and chaotic balance           the both of us must master or abandon our productivity              shall we be served by this union                                      or sever fighting ? unfit                                                                        it swerves and suffers a pity                   let's keep this one brief                                                      we manage business handshakes and scowl away with our wares each of us feeling equally scammed (we've made useful enemies at best) i break out laughing all the same-how and howl because i feel that feeling that this could go on forever and business has roots in all my moods i crouch at the curb        the curb is abrasive                              i sit i look at the dry heat radiating off the tarmac the slight greasy lime taste of the air passing the roof of my mouth the electric wires running hum into the buildings the storm drains at the edges of the roads where laughter siphons down to the magma of Hades it is waning off now                          and i feel vague i stand and i scan for more players i spot a vivid orange one one that i may barter their aura of vigour traded for my sketchy wares
neth-jones
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Mar 12, 2022
Mar 12, 2022 at 9:55 AM UTC
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