Shooting counting, destroying stars, wanting to grab a hold of them, just in lit
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filter myself, filter myself

just a child, trying to wear the cool sunglasses

wanting to wear the cool sunglasses

the look, the style, not of vanity, but of deep identity, cleanse me of this skin, what am I even made of?  

your shivering, let go, linens, linens

figures out for a few seconds, but they should all be floating, falling to the ground as little pass note slipper keepers, for the easy dreamers, cut from their wires, extending to reaching hands, just those eager souls dramatizing their everything, dramatizing the world, the love, the soul, the food, out to those ones, yeah yeah yeah yeah,

who I have to stick my neck out for, those those those, the most painful, to be a alive is to be animal, to be civil is to be human, but to be of passion is to be of hero, to be of hero is of inevitable loneliness