hapless BLOW OVER

probe, the hellions cry

peculiar like moths sewn to make a lampshade

their mouths are hanging under their eyes
with all the same sorrow they formerly bade
a myriad of flowers blooming hung over
blasting their heads to pearls and studs
break out of your storms like beads of rain
sing strings of gossamer sin to stay sane
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