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| Death of a Rose |
This saw has cut my height in a transparent agreement. Delivered from the high, locked in a fragile state. Swinging the well wishes beyond your grasp, a discord in revolving pursuit. Purpose as a weapon, screaming the calibration acts at my perceived enemies. Is it a past attempt at a known failing? Such exciting aural degredations. Too many endeavours in hiding a musically filled breakdown. Still driving the spent wages of another ordered blame. Making the matters of a preflight attempt, speak wisely and without thought. This is just another intricate inward folding. |
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