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.
_
in that room I have never left this body drifts away from me I've mislaid an empty head crowds have taken its words lines shudder unp...
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