Do Not Sleep, You Darlings, ‘Till Your Belly Says You’re Full

The landholders didn't get what they were looking for.
Eyes burned by an apathetic hate.
Wounded skins their favorite shield.
Cold bodies made the best ground for falling snow to cover.
They have always relished winter.

Uprising against us against a good idea against us against a big deal against us against the cosmos against us

Warm bodies temper frosted glass.
Capital is not your fault.
Speaking silence is.

Do Not Sleep, You Darlings, ‘Till Your Belly Says You’re Full

Sock it to me

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