

leery alBack to the ground is how I like to lie and shout about it So take a moment to be dazzled and confined to the belief That the sounds you make in your sleep Are the only thoughts that you’ll never hearleery al
My kitsch is my fine take on the fashions in my veins And the comforting factor is of eight Not a second goes by that I don’t consider what’s waiting for me after (No amount of liberty can stop me holding back)
the crack is as visible as any small crater that disguises itself on the until-now
undisrupted x-axis that seeks for forgiveness so wrap up warm ‘cause hollo


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  
| ~B-x0 |
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Some people follow their dreams, other people hunt them down and beat them into submission
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