All told stories of known hierarchies
bled their sails on the lost Journey
and left the exhibit to hunt Gone to naturally
rural plant surgeons sit tight for the meal ticket hide
from bursts of light see them in the night - lumbering
no choice of morals spiraling through some sort of network
the night lurks without a spine
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