a flower stems from sleep do you want it this way do you want me here once you've finally met the one forever most despised face to face is there an echo to make out slow and long difficult to face hard to fake
lips crawl close to fall getting into you to taste your shape once a portrait defaced my mask's so happy here in your presence oblong and distorted still standing crazy and overexplanatory
nowadays kindness is key my knived-in feet are welcome in any door more than one place no more trouble no more x'ing drunken plurals o no more painmaking months a belltoll moth mopping up medicine vomit
yup no doubt put the coins in i'll make kissy face beautiful wring me out
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