when it doesn’t smell like now

un be knowing it's the moment 
at an edge, ruler of the flea world 
infestation be comes what we are 
when there are enough the malthus 
event be cause some other than food 
in a minute it all loses the steam of years 
generations won't make up for its self 
e lettered more than two ways to skin 
your knees at be hest on the riff you 
enamored non sense ab slurrred 
after one drink too many more 
time withered in the bottle 
as watching died on a hine

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