Dust tickled your eyelashes
Which fought more than free particles
They batted themselves
From images made into memory
Once, an embarrassment of action
Acts of determination
Lunges of pain
At your furried brethren
Them of an auburn hue
Guffawing that you were darker than blue
You had been displaced like the Navajo
An odd relic in spaces of Brooklyn
Over the Antics on Atlantic
Spinning your revenge theatrics
As you like it
The love of wire crawling
Tapped, those fears of heights
Flowing, the river of revenge
Hustle, those rodent brethren
Daring to grin in the tent of Bedouin
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