One line four words
The next four also
Don't revise don't edit
Just spit it out
A basic day make
Feed death drink eat
Splatter sauce screen door
Dinner aroma reunion picnic
Summer does fall into
Winter will spring away
The tempo of retox
Is come is gone
A moving living room
With airbags and belts
Racism is a way
Of turning back pages
Drugs are really only
Lonely is an excuse
The boyfriend is lost
But she is too
My addiction saves lives
When I torch beehives
Corruption is like friction
And friction like morality
Last year I wasted
Like I'm doing now
Eight short words can't
Even hold my plight
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