The tongue of time has come to rise
It dampens my ankles reveals the lies
That make me want to run
Some bridges lift and lay on que
Though groaning grates reveal the true
And flaking state of things
Some soar until the quiet lines connect
Enough to notice so in caution we inspect
The damage horrified
And so the licking reaches to my knees
The span will operate until release
Surprises me with a sigh
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