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shadows been word

one win a hand

to sell it thru their thick little back let clock,

it's a,

it's a passage way to drive, walk or run thru,

or the wind and water can carry me.

i except what didn't happen just now to just happened

to just hear me up, part of the quan skies one.

and body betrayls that's design by the shadows

now that forward or up or down climb to top

it's the bottom so there is no rush,

and you don't get tired,

just knows, when it burn the creeves that's around you

trying to pretend,

burrying it wherever it grooves itself to the rage life

that balance,

and move like you do cuz you do it for them.

i've been followed and i've been so wrong

mistakenly killed for being so thin

i can flip inside out

the song of trash that can rise in depression,

it's closing

love

so it grooves

i assume that whenever slides in her own ground spending life

so you flip each day to the night

that holds you soft in position

folding pain tightly so it knows what it means

for it silent vowels to be all that bleeds

like you knows the sided

or what it needs to keep trying

and it didn't mean to be N I A P

my body is light

cuz the way of whatever carring me thru the weak traps around

that bleed

i've stepped anyway not falling my being my way to be

i'll never go empty for fex to have thee

sitting around feels like running and crowds

dangle me from their thighs widely cross where life is here

cuz my love is crying

i'll share the way i've lost

cuz i'm a pretend me

and i'm real cuz i can hit me softly

bleed

blood i can hear

cuz i'm here now and it's far from me

fall back into the ground

flip dive to it's holes

burring the all thing (???) unimportent

as long as i'm giving the things that swirls

like selling dreams to cannabis

telling too to jump free.