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Knifes and dagger slice open the air cuts out every ***** from its body Rips out the lungs, draws out the wind fills it in a jar, keeps it safe from the gin Gas container lids open up miles deep inside a blue velvet cloth edges torn and shaved down to skin drenched in the oil, making it grasp wind For he who blows up a candle or two for he who crawls out of the damaged womb for he who cries out to a greater cause still broken from its last reprise but the wind picked up… For dagger and knifes that open the air split eyes wide open hoping there is no flare cause the flare causes a spark a spark within the air carried over blue seas oceans breeze for the wind touches the spark… hits the gas lid blows up the entire mind causes the soul to find a new wind they say too bad that wind is gone some sick radiation now haunts the air for the explosions in the sky are too great to compare too great to stare too great to float up, to fragile to let down for the soul has no life no problem now I live inside my head my head is my crown
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Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
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Knifes and dagger slice open the air cuts out every ***** from its body Rips out the lungs, draws out the wind fills it in a jar, keeps it safe from the gin Gas container lids open up miles deep inside a blue velvet cloth edges torn and shaved down to skin drenched in the oil, making it grasp wind For he who blows up a candle or two for he who crawls out of the damaged womb for he who cries out to a greater cause still broken from its last reprise but the wind picked up… For dagger and knifes that open the air split eyes wide open hoping there is no flare cause the flare causes a spark a spark within the air carried over blue seas oceans breeze for the wind touches the spark… hits the gas lid blows up the entire mind causes the soul to find a new wind they say too bad that wind is gone some sick radiation now haunts the air for the explosions in the sky are too great to compare too great to stare too great to float up, to fragile to let down for the soul has no life no problem now I live inside my head my head is my crown
kyle-robert
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Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
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