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surveying with a solecism sieve i avoid close contact, adjunct and cleave a path through the crowd, catch the refrain, panting shallow to ingrain not my breath down coalescent spectator's necks their next move is as fool's gold as mine while adult teeth clad in baby phat shrill compliments, Danny's up against the wall, perversing a chorus as our petals crush with familiarity; he, irriguous under a saliva tree, fingering fretboard with savage delicacy just as we, coupling eyeliner with cocaine, glint pabst supercans in an attempt to feign night-life morse code, secret language in a dying sea made up of small talk, lonely cigarettes, cold nights, and me