[dsntmttr~]

[a postal dude]

no, dr. sutton, sir,
we do not change fates,
we break them instead.

MORE

keep your eyes shut
your blush's getting drab
shame has failed flat
and never got up

so see your sweet dreams
try to keep 'em dry
been crushed to smithereens
your ego survived

beware
the memories
the reveries
the best of you
revere
bein' on your knees
at someone's please,
bein' miscontrued

if we were what we think
you'd be a great mess
but it is obscene
to be someone else

brook and abide
no right to deplore
there's your pride
the rug at the door

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