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Their Peril

by AmberHours

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Hash and Tag 03:30
Your life Your life In hash And tag Say what you like, However you feel. However you feel, Whenever it moves you, In whatever style. It's all the same: You're just rephrasing blame, Your wining lines No more than cause for recount. Your life. It's all the same. You're just rephrasing blame. Your life In hash And tag: A no-score draw.
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Banned from haunting gravesides Since talking's had its time. The buffet is depleted. The bottles get drunk down. There's thought of how consumption died Whilst methods are indulged. Whilst methods are indulged. The Absurdist crew Were meant to pay. The Absurdist crew Were meant to pay, But only count on death, Since talking's had its time Whilst methods are indulged. Whilst methods are indulged. The bottles get drunk down. The buffet is depleted. All hostelry will close.
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No Poet 03:18
I'd never be a poet: Too contrived. To have the touch, To find excuse: I'd never be a poet. I don't have that mind, Measuring vowels and sibilants: I've had bad luck with rhythm And rhyme can be unkind. Thinking of their syntax Doesn't make me smile. To have the touch, To find excuse: I don't have that mind. No skill, my guide!
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Remember the scheduled, Your long-lost kin: Their time's worth more. You have powers to scoot, But remember your late cousins: You have hours, to boot.
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Unseasoned heatings, Irregular tides: The future failed in its happening. Cue the accords; All promise change, Too late to be valid. The future failed in its happening, Gaslit with rage. We're all gaslit with rage: Let none survive.
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Diminishing our social circles, 'Til the orbits are aligned: The social whirl Has stabilised, Our friendship has evolved. If love is gravitation, It must pull us both to ground, Neutralise our vital charges And crush us into the soil. Perhaps rejecting love's drift Is all we can do To keep ourselves alive.
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Whatever else happens, Just make it strange. Just make her strange. She has a name to be known; These close seconds Have to count for something. Roma.
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Love is the weakest emotion, The slowest to grow; The first to die. In the end, We only know love By its absence, By its loss.

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26 minutes of synthetic dissonance, produced over the course of 2021.

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released February 15, 2022

Words and music (P),(C) 2022 Crispin Lee

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A name from an old song. Old habits dying loudly.

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