Left
the explosions
they level
nothing New
anymore
just retooling
just technicals
just Jeeps
just Spandau's
we're all
climbing
we're all
buying up
the creative flow
bottling it
tendering it
tending of
mains
trembling
at it
but what of it?
where are we?
not on the level
just up.
towards
reach
maybe teach it
is all we have
left
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