And the English Boys Were Climbed Upon

and the english boys were climbed upon/ and the mold of form was and by opposing them, privilege was a past of what was incomplete/ a ripping out of tongues and if you mouth it/ silence, shuffled off must give us pause/ and the english boys were climbed upon/ conscience and its cowards and how blood burns but to my mind while memory is distracted, it’s never washed so clean that ravens feed on bones deconstructed in a video, or lose our ventures forever, forever, a valiant dust of sounds in grief/ the past is but disjoined while the past is never any of the stars but it is inside ourselves, as underlings/ and the english boys were climbed upon/

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