Two minutes to air
And we’re
Looking
Seating there
The iron
The bleach
Take me to
Better there
Above
Abroad
In golden
Shades
Of dreamward
Void
Warm
Words
Colours
Broad
Two minutes
And Archie’s
Bald
The world’s censors
Got em’s balls
But ark
In Eye-light’s
Got Wickered
Boules
Were out
To worst
The rain’s
Called
Out worklite
Dead mile to
Brawl
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