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I was front row to all your playful crimes You saw me dissipate into the distance; I wish you had ran after me with feverish want Your harmful grip my favourite fading colour "Life isn't fair," you said, though your mind was faithful Though it wasn't god you believed in You believed in what wasn't yours Feeding on the sweet flesh of envy We walked every universe together Our undetermined destination approaching I wish I could walk sixty-three more But I couldn't find it in me to ask you for even one Will you join me for this party for one? Your mind hazier than old video Your heart only an arm reach away I will keep in touch Paradise, 2018
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Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 5:47 AM UTC
(3) The Smell of Smoke and Water
I was front row to all your playful crimes You saw me dissipate into the distance; I wish you had ran after me with feverish want Your harmful grip my favourite fading colour "Life isn't fair," you said, though your mind was faithful Though it wasn't god you believed in You believed in what wasn't yours Feeding on the sweet flesh of envy We walked every universe together Our undetermined destination approaching I wish I could walk sixty-three more But I couldn't find it in me to ask you for even one Will you join me for this party for one? Your mind hazier than old video Your heart only an arm reach away I will keep in touch Paradise, 2018
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Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 5:47 AM UTC
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