Soap

and does

nothing continue without you

seized at the lapse

no bigger effect

in the outside world

bigger nothing no

imagine you were else

if you can

broke felts that were seized

sees us linger our

dawn of heavy apathy

before this blue-grey

else you were imagined

if you can do not touch

where dusk turns to

arm this mortar of your hip

this wood of our forefathers

     you were a different person

         get out now if you were imagined

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