The memory of the bruise induced the need
the need to
The day came down, through the roof
On a bed, lowered
Come on fat man with your cold glass eye
Leave, i
Furious Bloom
I need you in my room
Curious tune
that brought me
I got no arms or palms
just fingertips
satanic verses never left
awake,
and then you levitate
it makes you accelerate
out of your sleepy
The night left you dirty
a grudge your hangover
First day back
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