The Horton school for Guinea pigs.

We watch the curtailed in restropective

The eight days in solitary learning to speak Guinea pig 

line break music journalists in jungian toungues.

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watching the Lost lustre on gym slips 

that may never be found again 

radio debunker rain kept in 

A cold harbour maybe a weather vain Points 

too the brew buried within you

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Forgetting the ghosts of that shower

That lead them to exiting left 

to hide there own reviews of backseat demise.

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The translators we past on stairs today 

shave work shy ears tommorow

Let’s drive the nights on empty 

serviced airport lovers.

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