Oh we passivists
the world comes
and we're rocked by her waves
make slaves of her shelter
and are thereby enslaved
find us
our oyster
hammocks
and sleep
absent transgression
our endorsement
we keep
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There was something about a deformed mutant with a giant head waiting for his mother?
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