Besides
You’ll make me lose that other line
Like manipulations, those slithering
Veins.
Pick at them now
Like flies on walls
Who go on what they know
A room they need to get
The Forces of pain.
Who loves who
Who knows what
Where do we begin
Again go slow
To entertain them
As they fly
Find a chopstick or a spoon 🥄
As if it’s do or die
You’ll be just
Like a legend
Some bite, but I don’t care
We’re better off than heroes
In here.
Muscle Poems 
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