Where the ball meets the wall
Cut me off, delete my number, and never call
Put your faith in christ my friend
Stitches latching i want to pretend
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/
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