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Left Uninspired By the Crust of Railroad Earth That Touched the Lead to the Pages of Your Manuscript. I Took My Thumb Off the Concrete and Saved Up All My Strength To Hammar Pillars For a Picket Fence. It Wasn't Quite What It Seemed, A Lack of Pleasantries. My Able Body Isn't What It Used to Be. I Must Admit I Was Charmed By Your Advances, Your Advantage Left Me Helplessly Into You. Talking How the Group Had Begun to Splinter, And I Could Taste Your Lipstick On the Filter. I Tried My Best to Keep My Distance From Your Dress, But Call-response Overturns Convictions Every Time. My Memory Cannot Recall (A Wave of Alcohol) We Shared a Cigarette and Shaved the Hours Off. Talking How the Group Had Begun to Splinter, And I Could Taste Your Lipstick On the Filter. Lushing With the Hallway Congregation, My Best Judgement Signed It's Resignation. I Rushed This. We Moved Too Fast, Trips Into the Guest Room. I Rushed This. We Moved Too Fast, Trips Into the Guest Room.