ax fight
come and get the sick out
and all at once i feel this, oh how it clings...
these summer mirrors are your motion motive, slay me with the showcase scars of your reflection, bring me back to life with the
Black Cherry Bandages
of your hair draped across my chest, i am revived, i am yours...
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