| Luminescent stains of the wasp splayed so yellow and benign
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| Never had a fighting chance
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| The true definition of a sad state of affairs
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| Pregnant with hope
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| A fever running hot against the wind
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| Only to end up
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| Painted thin against the glass against the frame
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| Feeling aimless to an end
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| I hope this glance is a trigger for you
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| An urge with couldn’t subside
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| Refletion of every seedy desire
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| Cannonading through placid eyes
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| The first venture
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| A meddling tepid toe dip towards a pulse
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| Seeking danger seemed so modest
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| We lost sight as the tensions thickened
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| Aquiescing to carnal thought
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| Each furtive letter a crumbling brick
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| Peeled back the wings of the crippled insect
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| Blindly shattered in one fell swoop
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| This hand grenade detonates with the pinpull of truth
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| I hope this glance is a trigger for you
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| An urge with couldn’t subside
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| Refletion of every seedy desire
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| Cannonading through placid eyes
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| This is a trigger
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| This is despair
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| These eyes are poision
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| A sad state of affairs
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| (Nothing ends well with a start like this) |