mysterious bipeds
go right past
the rattle trap pitty
I extensively offer;
sick of suffering
poorly in the city,
dodging mirrors on wheels
jutting steely iron
lumps from innordinate
lifeless stumps rusting
clips peek through
each soul, so wracked
by poisonous doubt
as to what exactly
its all for and about.
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