Thoughts wrapped slow around your fast grown tree this was the drunk drive to know where your children are when 10 strikes past the hand that feeds.
What lives probably bleeds on a bi monthly cycle life blood life blood poured slow over quick lips this is the sinners trip to half way homes and forgotten lawns strewn with future's lost garden gnome.
Love love but not without the glove wrapped steady on quivering flesh this was the fast test on alcohols breathe we wait hate and find fate in the inevitable cover to our tale's wag and flop.
What lives probably bleeds on a bi monthly cycle life blood life blood poured slow over quick lips this is the sinners trip to half way homes and forgotten lawns strewn with future's lost garden gnome.
Love love but not without the glove wrapped steady on quivering flesh this was the fast test on alcohols breathe we wait hate and find fate in the inevitable cover to our tale's wag and flop.
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