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When will pulse increase out of excitement rather than fear? regretful hearts signal a cry. Tears slip down onto our heals, feet no longer cling to soil. left the brain to rot and boil. have no grit have no might do as you're told don't question molds. oh how these days of symmetry lack any sort of tranquility. for now, our bodies mimic palpitations of so-called workaholics. actions contradicting wishful tendencies each obedient second portraying societies' needle. lackluster blood entering veins infecting what once kept organs aflow. in reach of hearts it may not pump but within our souls, we grasp control.
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Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 3:07 AM UTC
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When will pulse increase out of excitement rather than fear? regretful hearts signal a cry. Tears slip down onto our heals, feet no longer cling to soil. left the brain to rot and boil. have no grit have no might do as you're told don't question molds. oh how these days of symmetry lack any sort of tranquility. for now, our bodies mimic palpitations of so-called workaholics. actions contradicting wishful tendencies each obedient second portraying societies' needle. lackluster blood entering veins infecting what once kept organs aflow. in reach of hearts it may not pump but within our souls, we grasp control.
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Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 3:07 AM UTC
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