In A Wake
In the wake of it all we all sleep to your voice, queen of it all we embrace her dispair, we shall sleep in the decay teeth and all, asleep in a forest with no guide to it all, we sleep till birth loveless and tall, in a guise we flame and in love we shall see blurred lights in a trail, our cause in the fall is what we were born to be and be strong so shall we be tall, so why should we fall? in a wake of it all, we should see heavens might small'
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My mind is where is where it should be, wheres yours? Is it in a field of flowers or a place where people to go get a waterboard mardi gra? Love is a four letter word but its a trap but we all party like a mardi gra.
A stink of humans, a resource of knowledge, a hooker in a flash of wet hot pregnancy, a solid 8 ball down a hole with praise, we are but dimes in a bank notice.
Quiet the trumbull, sixshot the beautiful vixen on freedom, the dumbolts trudge on on a licorice color and the smell that intoxicates the wealtg. A pure color fade that means nothing.