stormy ocean water and the name of your love
started up my engine and became a white dove
over it and lost again
distracted cause youre under him
when the ethereal fist hits the smallest part
and the lifeless crystal river floats me back
to sea
to see
again
your face turns sour
and the irony thats left
turns into a flower
with the insulting speed of theft
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a few months down the road, who knows what could happen? but if the tragedy does hit, i wont put myself so low as to remain to clean up the results.. if thats what is expected of me, then forget it.
kill me, you know you want to
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