Grace misplaced







Disgrace me
And chaste me
With numbers loud
Dazzling trumpet
A mocking sound
Then drive me out
For what I saw
A dream sits
Lonely sobbing floor
You polish his tears
Ill clean his snot
Take him
To places you forget
His battered shell
His desperate whim
And honestly
He looks far too
Trim
So will you
Plant this seed of mine
Take my hand
In sand dune climb
Ill lead you up
The stairway street
Where lanterns light
That something sweet

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