Promises, Promises
"We speak the way we breathe." -Fugazi
Promises, promises.
Dubious Thomases.
Wrestle wild futures with courage and skill.
Faithlessness, weightlessness.
Merciful statelessness.
Falling won’t hurt, but the stopping can kill.
Perfidy, certainly.
Bullwark built sturdily.
Obfuscate source to dissuade prying eyes.
Travesty, gravity,
starter depravity.
Slippery sloping toward more bla…
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