Foundlings
The mischiefs of faction
if all men were angels
there'd be no need for family
to like who you can
and at least love the others
for your sake
and the integrity of the
masses, we keep the reveling of
insufficiency
lightly tucked in our apron pockets
here
you're only as safe as
the secrets you keep in the kitchen
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