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kick in the mouth like spree now conceptually polyphonic weekends burned downtown smoking - symphony’s spell so hypnotic day eight my favorite explosions ignite nicely summer especially kind of the weary lonely those ridden with controversy though not all spellbound are truly bound vagabonds conceptually see their demise now weightless anchors its ( Read more... ) -
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through the haze off the glaze from the blaze on my gaze tired eyes recognize the attempt at resurgence fighting off the demons exhausted I’m emerging as myself no one else strength mined from the core copious amounts dig dug like ore encore they want more never satisfied I’m shown into me insistently they tend to grow so I give what I’ve got even ( Read more... ) -
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she got them lips like boomerang always coming back to me hits me so hard full throttle hardly scantily clad now shes working with my adderall focus like fujifilm picture us in the fall hoods up im down blunt lit downtown these rips are tearing me apart brown and green just like our eyes perfect match its a start with no literal end in sight eyes ( Read more... ) -
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cold lost whittling away beautiful just let me hear you say something you love you love about you if you need some help I’ll give it to you got those brown flecked eyes go with that soul restlessly abound the only treasure chest I didn’t open when found drew to your mystery skin bronze but gold first choice anytime love letters all ( Read more... ) -
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won’t tell you what to believe but I’ll tell you what I don’t if you are going to ask then dont say you won’t I respect faith and fate that exists outside of walls not where a holy man has alter boys taking the falls for his lack of understanding so distant from reality organized crime is one thing but don’t steal abilities for people to make ( Read more... ) -
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creatively written spiritually different faith in humanity born with this condition get it from my mom keep one hand on my ‘phones other over my heart ribcage aint enough to contain it all but its a start hairs a mess extension of my thoughts i guess still confused makes sense but one thing is certain im sick with love and in this case its chronic ( Read more... )
