push me to dare you to push me
i'm a new man made old
your sorry story sold well,
deep well dryness in a heart made of aquifer ghosts
libido frond shade
it ain't a tussle
castles need dragons
or their parapets
sob obsolete
replete with tugs
pulling incredulity
either fertile, or sterile
procedure emanates
false dicta permeates
cuz, well, that's what dicta does
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