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Chinchilla Meia-Lua

make this tow after me, not this frightening
to when people have chill steps to heaven
if you write off slate without riding the lightning
& again i’m without going up to eleven
no chill
no chill

& the situation train ever made by these fascists
the event i could break low in the chill winds
winding through you into the game of tired racists
megalomania north of the border finds
no chill
no chill

i will scribble down that wall shadows watch
the spot where their moral fingers broken intake
listen then hoping against revolution no match
without weather so hope chill pops the best mistake
no chill
no chill

to mistake again to be insulted with no save
silhouettes & softens the blow last chill fright
they really don’t understand me & you escape the grave
was putting into use & soul fallen in light
no chill
no chill

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Posted on January 28, 2017 by Josh. This entry was posted in poetry. Bookmark the permalink.
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