Some words.
E.G.
THE LUNGS OF THIS CITY
CHOKE ON ASHEN LEAVES
TRY SPOTTING DIFFERENCES
WELL EVEN TEETH CAN DREAM
THESE WILDFIRES
THAT DEVILS LIGHT
LICKING AT YOUR FEET
ON THE EDGE OF WHAT WE DREAM
A PYRE RAISED ON FEASTING
FROM THE SMALLEST OF BEGINNINGS
like DANCERS AWAKENING
ALL THAT GOES UP MUST COME DOWN
FROM THE FIRST BRONZE AGE SMELT IN THE GROUND
FURNACES LIGHT UP OUR LAND
COMBUSTION TURNS THE WHEEL AROUND
DID YOU THINK THAT WE’D JUST LIE DOWN TAME?
COURT JESTERS HERE TO PLEASE THE KING?
A HILLTOP OF RED VIOLINS
WHEN I SHOT HIM, HE JUST GOT BACK UP AGAIN
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