Children, And Forwarded In Mud
Formally tuned, but nowIt is free to waddle it's soul around
And break for it's pleasures.
Break it's strings before it does,
And it shall yield to you.
And make sure all of it's keys
Shall tune to your patterns.
Make sure it remembers
Every self ~ indugent, dirth look
It has given you.
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