| a pencil drawn line of fire smoking birds in a downward spiral trails of charcoal trails of gray half
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| burnt feathers the eagle crash-landing now. |
| as scary
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| as bees with the heads of raccoons, we seem to have
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| split the embryo too soon. |
| shape shifters bulging
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| splitting reveal the underneath flaming stars, falling
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| sky falling on me. |
| shape shifter splays his face again
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| a terrible bargain smoking birds dropping from the sky
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| plummeting PLUMMETING! |
| -and handsome shoved his
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| gloves, with a fist he fed you reasons, brought you
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| down from up above, made you strong but left you
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| kneeling… this circuitry works best… this
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| circuitry works best… this circuitry works
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| best… -and handsome shoved his gloves, with a fist
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| he fed you reasons, brought you down from up above,
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| made you strong but left you kneeling. |