

she dreams of fallingthe hiss of the consistent lines of yer bed collate to the meaning of the parts you never said constant procedure-esque accelerated forms of panic are gripping the forefront at every symmetrical pointshe dreams of falling
there’s nature in beauty
the underlying themes direct you in a spiral
of front line politics and disassociated angles much is clearer when learning to cry the shadow of yer hair is a casual reminder that we will always be lower than the sun so be amazed at the confrontation… and settle in
from distance called conception to carry out old ways  
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Choking you gently,
Gaining control,
Hand you the shovel,
To dig your own hole.
<3ing *crikey
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A Toad's Choad is a Load of Code, Mowed and Rode by a Large-Width Road.
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<3
Good work man
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Visit: ~helder
you turn me so hard
that its just insane
i love
your work
you bastard you
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