László Reynolds - Ad for a Gun

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On lucid waves of pollen grain
The dry and magnetising air
Carrying notes into the sun
Consumed in black crowns of smoke

Soviet-coloured salvia
Star-thistles, Maltese, purple
Cloak the once lean loam acerbic
Earth echoes the doctrine again

Humming the dogma again
They made me take an oath
I didn’t say no
She’s humming the dogma again
They made me take an oath
I didn’t say no
She’s humming the dogma again
They made me take an oath
I didn’t say no
She’s humming the dogma again

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