Faith
in Holidaze
so many ways they come inside with an
animal's face
I'll be the belly for your sigh
I'll be the madman
Aerial row
eyes bestow
what's never told
till ink does fall in time
and
Blood hits the paper
as tears hit the floor
the world minus
And so I want to be around
when a bastard merry
richochet try it's a sin to know
lefty devil-eyed what you
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