tripped up, forgotten
begotten all plumes
with a dig into earth
and a curse from idle balloons
forge into faces
and trace your wild fumes
disguise yourself
and be well
good morning, all wandering away
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tripped up, forgotten
begotten all plumes
with a dig into earth
and a curse from idle balloons
forge into faces
and trace your wild fumes
disguise yourself
and be well