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plaque on the teeth of an empire dirt pressed against my face mind control for the children alive here and ready to waste away again when you’re gone past the morning with light half spent leaking through the trees keep the quietest record of all the things you meant to do ok? pretend your seas are alive with the waving approaching high tide in your mind a bob and float overtaking the islands you never could find hid away again plaque on the teeth of an empire dirt pressed against my face mind control for the children alive here and ready to waste