*shrug*
open up and receive
the crackling of cardboard vessels
pulmonary and pure.
wiffle ball functioneer
of oxygen withdrawal.
doppelgängered from Han Solo mold
and so is sewn, the smiles of the bold
a ragtag firefly militia
to be massacred in the backyard
by jar armed juveniles.
exotic golden glow
extinguished
by the instruments of innocence.
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and we stayed, sixteen.
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