was walking down the hall with a smile on her face,
was throwing stones with the four leaf clovers drowning inside
like bell calppers
the strings been pulled & the chord tuneded up so her double-step echoed
to find out it was just a lie
once upon a july
surrounded by the sounds
she heard & she knew too
but claiming she discovred
simply makes a better tune
clashed with a drum machine
got beaten by the silence
ears plugged with pointing fingers
trying to catch the righteous balance
it's rings when you jam
but it doesn't when you don't
don't try to set it up,
nor make it change
because it won't.
better off muted, really.
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