| This grin is shit eating and fleeting like a catamaran.
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| Well, this is better than a smile on a dead man.
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| Watch the hands on a ticking clock for: emotional rock.
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| I’ve strangled necks, for ages.
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| With the fabric of your words.
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| The bar withstood the raising.
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| With; |
| skirt chasers allowed.
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| One bulb, too block the exit.
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| Two bulbs; |
| too block the sound.
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| I’ve seen bulbs smash from the ceiling.
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| At: the light house.
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| You were the weight of a monolith fighting trying to kill this dream.
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| I also feel the weight of this suitcase, sinking off.
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| A 15 year old dick caught amazed of:
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| Kabuki faces jumping / screaming… Off the edge.
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| Wide open and better than the next.
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| The rest are assholes.
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| But, I won’t be failed, anymore.
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| No, I won’t play fair, anymore.
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| Unless this is the last time, I sing.
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| I’ve strangled necks, for ages.
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| With the fabric of your words.
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| The fires were amazing.
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| Why would you put those out?
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| The gun was not erasing.
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| The bare hands, snuffed them out.
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| When: these bulbs smashed from the ceiling.
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| At the light house.
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| You won’t be failed, anymore. |