Where you see biscuits, I see faults. A hairline crack on your perfection laid naked for all to see, square travesties in sugar form.
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Where you see biscuits, I see faults. A hairline crack on your perfection laid naked for all to see, square travesties in sugar form.
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Your soul in my bones kickstarts the gush without prompt. The power of you, the passion of you, arachnid and infectious, into the day and out of the night. Wouldn’t have it any other way.
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A sleep twitch remix welcomes in the curtians to shield us from the night.
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Among the news I see the antidote to terror: community, spirit and love.
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Plotting, planning & mapping my entrance with faith waiting in the wings…
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Vök, waiting.
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Tightrope of love/let me fall.
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Lost in the throes of a plastic playtime.
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Today my deadline detonated a deadly delight.
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On your shoulders we can stand, but only if you can carry the weight.
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