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Just a quick warm up |
| I wish this taste wasn't so intricate. As it splinters on my bitter tongue. Lets share these charades of better living. Beneath this filth is my residency. Please open eyed listen to the harmony. Move like the children to recess. Just a singe away from the first degree. This silence between us could be never ending. The period to a run on sentence. When the sand in the hourglass becomes skeletal You promised me another victory. Sorry to let you down again. Self induced sorrow silently souring my synapasis. Something as common as my first name. Falling to the pavement as I've done so many times. This time I can't seem to breath. I have a plan that could interest the warped ways of rainy forecast. You promised me another victory. |