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The sweet aroma of honeydew in the garage disposal
Shudders and grieves as it withers away.
The crack of dawn then taps
The shoulder of the same old routine.
Peeking over the keenness of a martyr,
And collapsing beneath the hypocrisy and contradiction of a saint,
The merry-go-round prances swiftly on a precipice.
What a scam.
Shudders and grieves as it withers away.
The crack of dawn then taps
The shoulder of the same old routine.
Peeking over the keenness of a martyr,
And collapsing beneath the hypocrisy and contradiction of a saint,
The merry-go-round prances swiftly on a precipice.
What a scam.