A temporal displacement is the sun settling east,
Though we both screamed you were not.
We both forgot the good sting in our throats
So just shut up and sing with me,
From the quiet to the untitled
Three: Secrets kept in the basement
Are my faceless pennies thrown in couples.
But they roared like twin-engines deep,
The airplane drone tucked into constellations.
Encore, encore! Yet we are restless
And wrestle into a different sleep,
Sneaking out of the night and into the heat.
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