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It's as if holy work is always in progress By design, lifeless, birth is always in progress By design, the petals of glass shatter in champagne, it's By design, the empty glass leaves open air for for crystal black. It's as if life grows great with divide by design I inhale. You breathe out. Done fighting. Wind up dead. By design, our lungs sputter black past accomplishments, it's By design, we embalm the dreams we see as meaning, we keep them. we keep them.
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Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 9:23 PM UTC
Proper Opulence| 8. Dead by Design
It's as if holy work is always in progress By design, lifeless, birth is always in progress By design, the petals of glass shatter in champagne, it's By design, the empty glass leaves open air for for crystal black. It's as if life grows great with divide by design I inhale. You breathe out. Done fighting. Wind up dead. By design, our lungs sputter black past accomplishments, it's By design, we embalm the dreams we see as meaning, we keep them. we keep them.
End. See you around, space cowboy.
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Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 9:23 PM UTC
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