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.
_
I lie here I don't count the days anymore than I count trees they're here and although real also possess speechlessness as if a ca...
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