i pick up a pen and then,it all goes away.
all the day to day
bullshit,aggravation,agony
that riddles me
a pen and then it all goes away
all the everyday
misleading outside manipulation and information
meant for degradation
a ...
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mine lip,to lips,,a touch with blood.
my ,grip it slips,,who,fell in love.
metallic taste,a waste,affairs of storms.
blue of eye,and twilight,entrance so it warms.
skin so pale,horrific tail,,,,,hair entangled with night.sharp of ...
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