Deep trophy filled smudges of long lost love stammer between perpendicular lines on lips
But sinews breeding in lonely pockets, lock it, pop it, for fear of the free fall drop, the deep hearted heart- the silhouette soul
Ambiguous feelings breathe under yuppie spells of fake contention, consuming the self of former individuals,- former free flying swaggers
But spurs of time, with chalk filled walls of abstract, changing by day, changing by night, will seal this fight
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