politic me boy
whisper-drag the burn of a fire you didn't arson blow me out like smoke, nurse the evidence frame as accident or ignorance as if the institution wasn't built as pyre as if the builders didn't know better as if the architects weren't your blood fireman scum save your sirens for a sleeping city i am awake to your addiction to steam in a world where people are 60% water
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