.
Until a moment is turned in pages,
the last "What?" is uttered in the microphone,
squeezed between your cheeks,
mouths inserted the words necessary to convince you...
to shut up, lips a zipper,
smile that's chipper.
World underwater,
the bubbles submerge a winner,
babbler blurbs.
"Wither you know whats going on or don't,
with your nose undermining the surface of coal.
Wind in the faces of china dolls, with dandy cheek faces.
with you is always a light bulb with dim lighting."
I would always be moved, and disturbed out of bed.
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