you'll find in deep the forever of scraping nails
you find
nod in anger, knot in thread
nod your finger, not your
No longer kiss than kind
As you long for bliss to
Raising wonderful hell
Seems to be all that you want to
Seems
strange and bizarre
when neverending slavery is all faked
and now you
I would like to
To watch some people on the turnpike
Like
Eat what you will need
Can you see the pics are
With a screaming
Down in the dark
I pulled the stillness
It’s better
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