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Stoop Dreams
Medieval Fantasy
It all feels like one of those days where you sweat in the sun and shiver in the shade

If I were a stampede
I'd run with the swiftest speed
Only to be lassoed by the contracts that when you're born you have to sign

Have you drank your fill of the good cup?
Cause theres still so many sick of sleeping the tea that they've been steeping in

Inmates planting daffodils
On the side of the highway
And the big signs on the chain link of the overpass, looking down

And the roadkill mile
And the strip mall with the crooked sign
And the big birds, swooping low
Circling



Credits
Writer(s): Dashiell Jones
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