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reakirante
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2016-07-01/05
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one
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I'm a little bit lost without you
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eyes replaced by flowers
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growing and spreading all over my face
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these roses blush harder than I do
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If love were a place
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all I'd be able to do is leave
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it's a fleeting feeling
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this beating in my chest
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sea foam runs in my veins
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I speak the language of waves
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and my feet drift along the beach shore
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guided by ghosts whispering in the ocean spray
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maybe I am a machine
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and I'm malfunctioning from the moisture
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got some "genderfluid" in my heart
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and some "androgyne" in my gears
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two
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I'd rather be hurt by the truth
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than laid softly into a bed of lies
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falsities brushing against my forehead like falsities
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whispering trivialities that later crumple
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the dandelions hanging above my bed
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are not taking preservation well
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they just wilt and whimper to be set free
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from swaying softly in the breeze
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flowing through the open window
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sprites singing in my sleep
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lead me to believe that I am invincible
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doing stupid things like cooking bacon with a charger
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and accidentally electrocuting a cousin
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a chrysalis cut open
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is like a rotting caterpillar
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transformation is rooted in decay
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and rebuilding on ashes
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but let's not get too poetic here
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three
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dang it
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I've got glitter in my eyes
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it makes it tremendously hard to see
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more distracting than rose-colored glasses
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in a room full of art
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I'd still stare at you
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or I would, if my eyes weren't red and burning
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you think you're soap, clean and beloved
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but you're irritating to my sight
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now I've got a migraine
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fish dishwashers are insane
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pulsing behind my eyes
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and making my brain throb
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like there's a bomb in my brain about to explode
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if ghosts are real
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they're having a real hoot at us now
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come look at the blind stumbler
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and his blue boy lover
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four
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when I'm right, nobody remembers
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filed away in the cabinet of life
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forgotten in a pile of happy moments
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that should have been sorted and put up for display
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when I'm wrong, nobody forgets
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least of all me
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we've all got to remember the cringeworthy girl from seventh grade
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look, she still haunts the halls now
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entropy
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it will be the downfall of the universe
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but you'll be the downfall of me
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watching as I tumble down the mountain of fame
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so when I go down
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please don't whip out your phone and record me
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I understand that it'll make a quick buck in ad revenue
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but my insanity shouldn't be framed by a bleach commercial
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five
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the house has been feeling so cold recently
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I don't know if it's because of your touch
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your hand rests on the table beside mine
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freezing the already chilled surface
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maybe it's the summer storms
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the thunder always rolls in at evening
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maybe a god is angry that we won't stay apart
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maybe he's angry at your existence
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sometimes I wonder how you ended up in my household
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sprawled across my doorstep with blood in your eyes
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and a paper crumpled and half stained in your bruised fist
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a clear sign that you had to fight to live
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where did you come from, demon?
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who decided that your services were displeasing?
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I have a bone to pick with your boss
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if you can ignite my stone cold heart
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you can warm any limp green bean of a human
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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