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Shadows been word

One win a hand

To sell it through their thick little back let clock

It's a...

It's a passage way to drive, walk or run through

Or the wind and water can carry me

I expect what didn't happen just now to have just happened

It lifted me up, part of the quan skies one

And body betrayal that's designed by the shadows

Now that forward or up or down climb to top

It's the bottom so there is no rush

And you don't get tired

Just knows, when it burn the creeves that's around you

Trying to pretend...

Burying it wherever it grooves itself to the rage of life

That balance

And move like you do 'cause you do it for them

I've been followed and I've been so wrong

Mistakenly killed for being so thin

I conflict inside out

The song of trash that can rise in depression

It's closing

Love

So it grooves

I assume that whenever slides in her own ground spending life

So you flip each day to the night

That holds you soft in position

Folding pain tightly so it knows what it means

For it silent vowels to be all that bleeds

Like you knows the sides

Or what it needs to keep trying

And it didn't mean to be N. I. A. P

My body is light

'Cause the weight of whatever's carrying me through the weak
Traps around

That bleed

I've stepped anyway not falling my being on my way to be...

I'll never go empty for thanks...

To have thee

Sitting around feels like running

And crowds...

Dangle me from their thighs widening across where life is here

'Cause my love is crying

I'll share the way I've lost

'Cause I'm a pretend me

And I'm real 'cause I can hit me, softly

And bleed

Blood I can hear

'Cause I'm here now and it's far from me

Fall back into the ground

Flip dive through its holes

Then in the whole thing

Landing is unimportant

As long as I'm giving the thing that swirls

Like selling dreams to cannabis

Telling too to jump free...