agathodaemon he sighs in his whispers towards the skies you
Hey kids! I don't think you're ready for this
Systematic
glass eyes on the way down burn me wishes from
My dreams are food for dragonflies I feed on their
I walk
Inside a facelift
Made of conflict
The contents
and so i'm kneeling with two arms in the wind
It's hard enough to pretend
That this quasi-cosmetic
Relationship's immune
waiting for you to speak to me it's so hard
stitch me from the inside out tell me you love
I am alone in this world, waiting to reinvent beauty
Hammers of our destinies
Smash us like collisions of planets
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