Cautious, cautious,
Nonsense weekly precautions
The effects of someone being nauseous
Chemicals and bacteria poisoning the water in my facet
Slowly, slowly
Ghost's row glowing
The fragility of knowing
Seeds planted while sowing
Death is just a part of growing
Mini mouths are wind blowing
Steady, steady
The storm comes before you are ready
Miniscule matters, details get so petty
Calmness in a mosh pit with a lefty
Security in the sufferance you're dreading
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