Low Limit Lit the Flow of an anti-2D sound
With round, boundless, limitless throws offbeat
Feeling Surrounded by slick collaborated flicks and flops
Hopping up my brain-fed imagining kerosene smelt thought
World rotted down to a drowned out town
Patting, Patting, Patting like a TSA dream
Hear the screaming meaning gleaming through
Turn it up, unglued, unsure, unrefrained, untrained
To restrain, to react, retract, glossed over tracks
Facts, Ugly fibs describe our lie of a match
An Amoebic Primi-Lyric I prescribe, anti-phonics
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