ah the fallen in the heat of action, that ragtime verse how elegant and intelligent. a prayer for the dead or the best I can manage because it's five AM and I'm trying to remember you. but I can probably recall all of your faces, and of course I can but it's a shame to have to say that, it's a shame to have to think about it because of course I can because it's the curse of the wet brained to remember those faces. the hurt the fallen and the discarded and the ones who have to put up with the lushing and the puking and the ones who told you no or to say no.
all those infractions are horrific trespassers.
control you are my faithful lover
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