At the bottom of a circulatory river
How strange of a nervous habit
Wake up in a bed fifty miles east
Of where I have to fall asleep
They are armed with pistols
My fingertips have turned more blue than you.
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hey im back.
this sucks but i needed to put something down
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ill be honest im not a hundred percent sure i understand this, but its got some interesting imagery for a short piece and the sense of disorder and panic definately is leaking through. good work
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