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Behave

Behave

The sky is wild
and empty,
city crawls
up quiet walls.
I serve humans,
without relenting,
breathe out
all the innocence
and mad
unschooled
motherlessness of me,
all the crashed out
unspoken,
spoiltness
in streets
where we used to meet,
now vaults,
metal walls
and static relief.
I down black Russians
with the owner
after hours,
it matters less
what I'm about
now, just a pure
unsure of what's ahead
twenty nine,
thirty one,
sixty five,
should have spoken less,
shouldn't have inhaled,
to be one of the lads,
- glad I didn't drive,
dropped beneath
the electric Sun.
ImperfectedStone
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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