These windows see fair cracks in the pavement
Take us back to a time best left alone
Sent to our hall marked beds before the p.m. ever really met an end
When we were left entirely dependent upon unsung heroes, somebody’s nobody
Nobody’s everybody or so it did indeed seem
When they lent us a rather buoyant hand through a dreaded pane – swarmed by utter distaste
Waste not want a lot
Forget this peculiar kind of sordid pain, try and remain oh so strikingly resilient all of your very own nonchalance
Please, take these words to the grave either way and dance goddamnit, dance!!

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