this is a song

[anniewatkins]

 there is no is no eye to eye
my deity is a whim of the di

scratched on brick and passed off thick
pushed by the kick of what comes on quick
i know i am visible through your alarms
and its allwithin the span of my arms

define the blade and shine the blade
telephoto rush over rungs to a grave

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skinny roots down in the ground
I can climb my wrists have grown
our blazing zenith only frowned 
my skins all i own but its all my own