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You fall down wells, 

hell-drenched hotels. 

You select holes; you’re in control. 

 

Their leading lady  

performed naked, babied. 

Now your cameras roll; undo their control. 

 

Feed you dog biscuits! 

Cherry-top bitch sickness. 

Your cookies? His bowl!; Accept his control! 

 

He starts at stop signs,  

gives way in your white lines. 

Our highways, your toll; please crash this control.  

 

Your essays sashayed 

up gradients of grade A. 

Her red pen bellowed; MY ALLCAPS CONTROL. 

 

Your verses insert 

order, return your hurts’ 

rhythms logged in rows; enter her control. 

 

Mark your words’ bruises, 

blueblack penned music 

finger > key blows: A minor control. 

 

Where inside nights took  

hearts darker than closed books’? 

Missing girls’ scrolls; untold control. 

 

Hooked authors bore me, 

we cut plots, past story. 

Plus c’est la même chose; you chose chose chose their control.  

 

His mind binds sweet things 

like candid fruit beatings, 

home-spun sugar ropes; let’s skip with control! 

 

View me too redos, 

room 404 see-throughs 

Orwellian bros; pose no control.

 

So. You fell down wells, 

hell-drenched hotels. 

You close those holes; you escape control. 

 

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