i used to want to get behind
an issue that i
It's great but it makes me want to hate myself
I'm
My words will singe your hair
They'll set your skin on
I'm sick of going home alone
So no I won't leave
rain-lacquered streets
smile black
as my leaky soles
cackle and splash
with ever
i now am aware that flowers don't grow
when the soil
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