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Play Loud
We are chalk lines
Grass lined boxes
We have no hope of
Abandoned metros
We lose our way
We count our losses
And nothing opens
Again
We down prescriptions
Like mementos
build up resistance
To what upsets us
You are the only one
I believe
We talk ourselves up
We push our chests out
We hide our mics
Beneath our clothes
We have no exits
our days aren’t ending
The frills we buy in,
the drinks we’re tagged with
You want forgiveness
It still eludes you
Your only movement
is in your windpipe
And, yet,
you are the only one
I believe
It’s beneath us
Beneath our answers
It circumvents us
we’re always cold
We’ll never find
We aren’t these people
