I'm losing myself in this place of practicality where things don't bend at being licked and hairs don't freeze upon a glance
where there is no mercy but in a hammer
and no lies but in lips
all residing
stand and make your appeal
we hear no flimsy whimsy tales
of how our existence is a skin juicing fever
we hear your words in just this world
we judge upon not what you thought but the action your body enacted
your body shows us your mind
lock lock key key
the fancy can only reside in your head
so let's lock the body away
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