Grip grip grasping at words dangling from the tips of thousands of tongues tied to the sky gasping.
Drip drip dripping in viscous dew they slip slip easily from frantic fingers.
The cup held with patient hands is being ever filled forever overflowing drip drip drip.
See sentences swingin' from spit slingin' serpents.
Don't be rippin' 'em down.
Try listenin'. It's a
trip trip trip
palms out
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC
Grip grip grasping at words dangling from the tips of thousands of tongues tied to the sky gasping.
Drip drip dripping in viscous dew they slip slip easily from frantic fingers.
The cup held with patient hands is being ever filled forever overflowing drip drip drip.
See sentences swingin' from spit slingin' serpents.
Don't be rippin' 'em down.
Try listenin'. It's a
trip trip trip
palms out
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