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they try to knock you down
but I float above the ground don't know whats coming around I past through dispersing sounds rhythmic tonics on stale accords beauty lost with sinking scars imperfect protrusions from a far trapped your eye, left ajar they think they got it right ignorant thoughts with no life crawling from their empty heads delusions is what is fed platonic heart rising cold gazing through your pulse froze tarnished memories forming sores frost bite in your dislodged core you won't crack the surface of me I'm plastered with modern stability A dosage in life of real people I seek my heart pumps to my goals with consistency
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