And by the throat,
you shoved your pride,
this forced disdain,
writhes inside my mind,
All dreams will creep their petty pace,
your wings are singed; your feathers frayed,
The asphalt calls so don't delay,
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to rev your engines, and cruise away...
I'd scrape these nerves,
out of my tired eyes,
please spare this gaze,
of your wretched guise...

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