Oktoberfest

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seaside...

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like fiends...

The damsels and denizens come dancing in droves,

Shedding their skin like old garlic cloves

And under the willow, they rip off their clothes

And claw at the sky like fiends.

Past the meadow, the flood waters recede,

They twirl around the river rocks like ghostly black beads

Hovering over ants marching in a rabid stampede

They know they are theirs for the taking.

Huddled together in a muddy mass grave,

Tangled together in a black rolling wave

For the lost sins and children we never forgave

They died in the deluge like fiends.

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red no. 1009.

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space between

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k and the tunnel

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روحي. مخلصي.

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parachute ball

i’ve exhaled the last of you,
and you fluttered.
you are the parachute ball of a dandelion,
floating… floating, gone.
no wishes made. none granted.
just a gentle breeze, and somber notes, soaring to the forgotten.

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end

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ruins of our crash

another flyby,
another fruitless return.
i can’t see straight. i’ll never learn.
happened so fast,
white flash, and broken limbs
wobbly words and faithless hymns
and the mass grows
the mass grows
explodes.

i can't keep searching the ruins of our crash
i can't keep searching the ruins of our crash
there’s no wreckage.
there’s no wreckage.
there’s no.

another recovery,
another dive into remission.
perhaps we’ll never know the condition.
should’ve learned,
treetops, and traffic cops
nothing matters when you say nothing at all

i can't keep searching the ruins of our crash
i can't keep searching the ruins of our crash
there’s no wreckage.
there’s no wreckage.
there’s no.

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khali

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