these thin on ice boys will fall into freedom, it's the turn on that drifts away from the people's only sun and the woman's only daughter. i think i've been sheltered enough, but the mass seems to be a turn on still, so i guess it's okay. i use to believe, i use to believe, i use to believe in magical and the imaginary because what else could be as beautiful? i will make sounds with my vocal cords/chords and make sure i close my eyes and shut my hands and leave the winter because i think it makes me bitter, just a little better.
i think i will rampage in my sleep tonight.
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