clouded
raze
every
foundry
is
a
wasted
face
sucking
on
an
unfiltered
cigarette
.
the
smoke
moves
so
slow
,
you
could
blow
it
back
the
other
way
if
you
had
a
ladder
long
enough
to
get
you
up
that
high
.
the
stream
splits
where
the
carbon
gets
weak
.
we
call
those
clumps
clouds
.
they
blend
in
with
the
black
when
the
sun
ducks
down
where
it
can't
be
seen
.
i'm
not
even
a
pinhole
in
that
lazy
eye
the
size
of
texas
,
and
i
can't
hide
that
well
.
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kerry
[
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from