Well
they too
So you understand
I never speak like that
nor would I ever say
"So you understand."
Got volts in these vines
I call tapestries in hue of room's twilight
that perfected the nightfall
Forest in the high desert,
the scum, they drive residential SUVs
like living room cabs
while I got black boot on grit of pavement
Old crow speak for hey.
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