You place the fight in my eye,
throw me a cape of illustration
the ideas ride along underneath,
in the hiccup of my photograph.
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throw me a cape of illustration
the ideas ride along underneath,
in the hiccup of my photograph.
_
today I went back to dying to falling down in places... in pieces, my eyes pitching bones separate like solitude tears won't ask me qu...
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