Folding in glorious trumpet strains
Grass grows unconcerned
Neon lights glow, illuminating police brutality
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Our loyalty is demanded
The cacti are worried about drowning
Harmonies play to empty opera houses
A viking helmet wonders why it’s doing in this century
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Evaporation continues, screaming fuck you to condensation
A reactor comes online and pulses blue
Balloons make teenagers sound weird
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A field is burned
Vexing an uptight person across the straits
In sighs humanity’s metronome finds is rhythm
