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I want to absorb. To inflate. To collide. To cut away. To polish, debride. If anything can rid this feeling inside. I welcome it to stare down these bloodshot eyes.
If battles are won and nations rise. Why does the mockingbird weep and cry.
This is not the answer. This is not the end.
Feathers explode out of thin air.
Drowned in black down.
With no sound. And no ground.
If battles are won and nations rise. Why does the mockingbird weep and cry.
This is not the answer. This is not the end.
Feathers explode out of thin air.
Drowned in black down.
With no sound. And no ground.