2026 September Beloved Seneca, 19

I’m loyal to my discs until they betray
me like Wedge did after I
forgot our secret handshake, Wedge
missed left and right not up and down

Tomb now, shallow ridge like Wedge’s
narrow, hyzer wrist, required nose, tongue
factored, windspeed adjusted, fucking
Tomb missed, not me. Back to Wedge

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