It's been a few years,
And I still carry many fears.
The
And it was so contradictory yet deliberately put never should
from these bloody hills
comes unmixed oil and water
concentrated by abstract
Certain lines were formed together to form specific shapes Couldn’t
The horror they leave in threes they always do I'm
i took her to an empty house in west chester
Remember my face dirty man?
Smack me with a frying pan,
Maybe
Ten thousand times I could tell you over,
How many times
When we meet with good intentions in mind
It's like tying
the soiled ground for the sacrifice
dispelled. crippling. faulty. holyland.
i am
Meet me in front of Garys,
and i'll guard your shadow,
to
Pantone seventy one running parallel centered along the towns miles
Keep burying that garbage.
We are in the middle of one
Light the way the pot of gold waits for hands
Nowhere like a diner to get to truly know someone.
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