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Exchange them between each other like daggers speaking sharp tones, an eye for an eye and a foot for your mouth. Something to stop the idiotic dialect the pours out the lips you pres hard to impress. In an offer of worship and praise, sucking up to an idealistic view of love and romance best left in hallmark greetings and candy stores. Its all musick to me, as you struggle to hit the key. This is not upbeat its a beat down, cant you see the dissonce in distance, and disconnectiong those dots that look more like stars that spread like your eager thighs across the skyline. If its any concelation, these constanalations show more than they tell with constant prose you proposed as emotions.
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She was just make believe, and you believed her when she told you how special you were, was that your specialty believing in ghosts, spirits, and figments of imagination. You are the only one who can give her depth beyond puddles. You drown your lips with another glass of cheap wine, just one barkeep, keep the change your going to need it some day. We all need it and most of us will find it. but most of us were meant to fail, were meant to be an example of the oppisite....
She was just a ghost of the present tense, in a blink of an eye the future has come and swept her away back to the grave she resides in. Its time I crashed along this jagged glass that surrounds me and the ambulance will claim yet another victim to its own Siren's call, but lurking behind the flashing red and blue, lurks a whore of babylon, a temptress, who was seen exchanging currency with Death to carry out this design...I was prepaired this time, I counted each bead as it dangled around my wrists that night, I had been forgiven I this cardinal has spread its wings and has become anointed and earnd his wings and I have returned like the white dove.
Exchange them between each other like daggers speaking sharp tones, an eye for an eye and a foot for your mouth. Something to stop the idiotic dialect the pours out the lips you pres hard to impress. In an offer of worship and praise, sucking up to an idealistic view of love and romance best left in hallmark greetings and candy stores. Its all musick to me, as you struggle to hit the key. This is not upbeat its a beat down, cant you see the dissonce in distance, and disconnectiong those dots that look more like stars that spread like your eager thighs across the skyline. If its any concelation, these constanalations show more than they tell with constant prose you proposed as emotions.
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She was just make believe, and you believed her when she told you how special you were, was that your specialty believing in ghosts, spirits, and figments of imagination. You are the only one who can give her depth beyond puddles. You drown your lips with another glass of cheap wine, just one barkeep, keep the change your going to need it some day. We all need it and most of us will find it. but most of us were meant to fail, were meant to be an example of the oppisite....
She was just a ghost of the present tense, in a blink of an eye the future has come and swept her away back to the grave she resides in. Its time I crashed along this jagged glass that surrounds me and the ambulance will claim yet another victim to its own Siren's call, but lurking behind the flashing red and blue, lurks a whore of babylon, a temptress, who was seen exchanging currency with Death to carry out this design...I was prepaired this time, I counted each bead as it dangled around my wrists that night, I had been forgiven I this cardinal has spread its wings and has become anointed and earnd his wings and I have returned like the white dove.