Reaching tentacles with purpose
My feet the movements fathom
For screaming dna pulling turquoise.
We're over the river
So the house is over the bend
Do I want to? Yes, you want to
Sit there, make that cigarette
Buttress our heads on the cool
concrete, this ennui's revenge.
psychopathic, you are my
homeopathic, medicine box, I'm
schizophrenic
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