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Pay for the pink weight living in the mother of an underage

Caving and entraining all the pearls so the peals vibrate in the sun as it falls away

Digging in red ground

Hurling my tears at a bronze crown

Making all the motions of a chosen has been

Wearing the clothes of a cryogenic copper sound

I break with tradition

I claim my right to scream a world history

I crush the buckles burst the seals and have my way with a tattered scroll

You'll never understand that lemmings unfurled all over my flatscreen

I gave you my heart

You never even know that you ate me

We started cracking the ice at the surface

I slide right out with my warm skin

Soft and tender big eyes, blue lungs gyrating with vocabulary in a van

I feel i belong with the statues who gave their undergarments to velvet economies

I stay in a bed with a columnist dead to the tourniquet that gave me a coal to eat

I stay in the game thought i don't know whether the citadel will hold up another day

I make love to the insects shredding the sky with legs cerulean

I forget the numb of meaning

Whispering oracles to the sea

Owls of Minerva perched on my shoulder whispering into my eyes

I could use a suggestion right now

I trade five hundred nebulas for a formula that fascinates me

Under the law

I should have been a curtain protecting the children from the rain

Pissing out flecks of paint

One more page of connections between heterogenous goals

I believe i'll never achieve because i'm everybody

Swinging in the air

The things i've endured i'd never wish upon anyone

I've seen all the ways that lies eviscarate the eyes of children

Who believe in waiting for the day that's never going to come