millennial uses
for sky and the names it holds
he who beats the drum first is first
signs of rain
a beer draws a taste of iron from blood on your lips
underneath the deaths of liquid crayons color rations
in the tea backwater
locks of nowhere building blocks
take up space overhead to begin upstaging the world, who has things built is king, and frank lloyd wright is present
tense too
on your telephone keypad, blood also spells alone
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