The eyes quite sanely reach to explain
The bruising year of
The corner of decision
Sedatives labor shift
Driven by caustic reason
Sent the
Pull the curtain over the head
Blackened by all the needs
Feel
Out on the town, looking for a woman
Gonna give me
The mass curtains and tape
Plagued time and again
An exposed chordal
From the hanging cages
Radiate the forger's pen
Taken for the caning
You'll
Breathing an image
Unrivaled in this form
Planned movements another to detonate
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