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Hope set on repetition Single sentences, remittance Cataclysmic, for a single state Left to divide the remainder Still, hypnotic trained psychosis Found me scoffing at the notion Growing old, centered delusional Truth for something final Dead-set pan, follow the camera, love that emotion, let it seep through Lost, toppled bridges surrounding Found more than a fair share of ashes Corridors narrow enough... Almost one in the morning, lost in the middle of some state or another Neon lights come to a head, followed by the sound of the loose bulbs rattling in their sockets Sounds of something crawling in the walls I bet it all on retention My whole life, I bet it all on retention Marketable skills, not likely Fighting for a timepiece that I know despises, time will pass One way or another Make it last, fat chance Almost out of change and past Mistakes ring straight through glass Mark the date I have a love hate relationship with nice weather Warm nights in particular, where it would be just slightly too hot if not for a nice cross breeze Bearable, when I've got company Not that I have much company to spare
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Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 3:54 AM UTC
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Hope set on repetition Single sentences, remittance Cataclysmic, for a single state Left to divide the remainder Still, hypnotic trained psychosis Found me scoffing at the notion Growing old, centered delusional Truth for something final Dead-set pan, follow the camera, love that emotion, let it seep through Lost, toppled bridges surrounding Found more than a fair share of ashes Corridors narrow enough... Almost one in the morning, lost in the middle of some state or another Neon lights come to a head, followed by the sound of the loose bulbs rattling in their sockets Sounds of something crawling in the walls I bet it all on retention My whole life, I bet it all on retention Marketable skills, not likely Fighting for a timepiece that I know despises, time will pass One way or another Make it last, fat chance Almost out of change and past Mistakes ring straight through glass Mark the date I have a love hate relationship with nice weather Warm nights in particular, where it would be just slightly too hot if not for a nice cross breeze Bearable, when I've got company Not that I have much company to spare
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Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 3:54 AM UTC
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