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MEDIA-TRICS/ ARDOR OF THE ANTs
There's a whisper in the wind
that you got bigger than your boots.
You'll soon learn to put your ear
to the ground which i walk.
I don't care for your
heroes of plastic cellophane.
They don't make them, quite
Like they used to.
Now they bend and they break
What's worse is they're fake
But the silence is surely no reason.
You could be...all you wanted
If you'd hold just as still
As the graves that we till
for your heroes and mine
to lay in.
I wish you wouldn't look at me
with the ardor of the ants.
If you'd come closer, you'd know
romance is not for the legion.
what do i know, precious?
I'm surely fake if you want me.
That way.
Your way.
Subway.
Highway.
You could be...all you wanted
If you'd hold just as still
As the graves that we till
for your heroes and mine
to lay in.
I just hope our sea spans.
sly fox.
the center never notices,
the vawes.
ignore the post as addicted_to_chaos....i still love my tacos.
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