i_might
raze
animals
make
slow
people
.
that
scared
gar snarls,
all
hidden
with
their
graceful
intent
.
if
i
were
gunfire,
i
could
flip
harder
than
a
holiday
.
i'm
grateful
it
seems
like
for
a
second
your
dream
became
mine
.
i
burned
all
the
bad
poets
in
this
city
.
i'll
confess
when
you
stop
your
danger
from
talking
to
me
.
250124
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from