To whom it may concern,
I feel again...
And I'm flying over vultures
but not here to slight as sutures be teared out...
May these be all wrong?
Could I've noticed?
What annoyence kept us up every single night?
Keep an eye
On the track and
Stop seekin' for yourself
and complaining to these graceful hands.
I was seized by the tribe,
it was somewhere inside...
Located above your spine...
Should be treated as an egg shell made of glass...
Keep an eye
On the track and
Stop seekin' for yourself
and complaining to these graceful hands.

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