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a few lines that will eventually get better....this isn't an actual poem, its more of a jumble. and you'll probably see some of these in later entries if I like them, so its not the fact that i've run out of ideas haha. and the parentheses is in parantheses because I rhymed ease with disease. and thats pretty dumb, at least I think so.
Hold it in your hands until the camera dies, dance until you can not feel a thing inside. At a point where you are almost tranquilized, often times you can't see a thing 'til its right in your eyes. We're tearing into you, they'll follow you straight through. Chasing an eve, no longer hiding, clandestine tidings, letting it breathe. (Dying to know, will this put us at ease? Taking my time in, curing this disease.)
Hold it in your hands until the camera dies, dance until you can not feel a thing inside. At a point where you are almost tranquilized, often times you can't see a thing 'til its right in your eyes. We're tearing into you, they'll follow you straight through. Chasing an eve, no longer hiding, clandestine tidings, letting it breathe. (Dying to know, will this put us at ease? Taking my time in, curing this disease.)