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[pray4tidalwaves]

clear out the compost
give me a call.
a million dollars,
ill take it all.
straight laced
with beauty,
dying for more.
what really happened,
and why your a whore.
we rallied forces,
some were irrate.
we stole the sun...
and hid it, in a milk crate

just outside these walls
you can hear the calls
of the ocean begging
for your return
but outside this home
you still feel alone
and the hatred still
waits for you beware
the eyes of march