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ringlets of water drip
in spirals
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Who do you turn to when
The nights are too cruel to hold
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Self-serving
She swallows you
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My fingers walk a slow path to your heat
Sun beating down on my breast are high mountains of passion
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My eyes are burned and scorn with tears of madness reign down with acid tones of my voice
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Bound to the destiny you feet remain on the same path
Slaving away your days to whom you feed upon the most
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Scream to release the poison of finger past my mind brushing away my pride is strong as my heart is closed
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when dolphins cry to the raven sky rains tears upon your soul
tortured ruins of your mind
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You speak to her in morris code
Lines to read between and too much to inhale
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fuck you and your influences in lives not your own to breathe air of negative advice you provide to your spawn more beautiful and fulfilling
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My heart burns for you in paradise I stand alone
Walking to midnight stars scream comments to the moon
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you feed my mind twizzlers unwinding enough to breathe auras clash in worlds so small and fear leads to jealousy
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you crash into me like falling stars to fast to hold hot fire in my heart to cold and shut to open my soul to your fingers grabbing
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Sink your fangs down into my thought bleeding language speak the truth in feelings you never sought out
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You are this plague that I love to the death
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To you lying in the bed
You made this hell
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Days wake to your breath breaks open the dawn to speak in whispers of emotions flowing with air rain mist to bring happier days living in my world of clouded da
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High, High on stars that fly high to your eyes tilting over in clouds drop in mist of a heart spoken song,
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I dream in night to sleep a sip of you
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Ripples awake the dawn with your presence near
Trickles of heaven tickle flowers in bloom
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and if your soul flies up that way then that will be the day that I will say breath it is as is and that is as beautiful as you will always be to me now just in
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This is about how the world knows that there is gobal warming, yet 80% of the world refuses to help prevent it. Soon the Earth will be no more.
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The sun makes an entrance through spirals of your hair weeping down your face to call out in your own voice for on encore of yourself mask behind to many lines
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Opened eyes rarely know the truth to speak
Your voice carries harmonies of ocean waves crashing my stars
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Bolts of lightening scream my way
Tracers, tears of razors blades
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The picture and the catagory says it all.
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