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May 30
Dumping my heart into dreams I would love to see if they are trying to **** me

The fuel that’s keeping me going can spark up a hood, in gulf the steer into flames

Distributor rings pop and all I have is a hand full of hopes and new spring days

But the deep blue paint chipped off the sea now rotates away from the rear view

Purple projects a new drive burnt into the ground from the heat of hell from the six feet we stand apart

My eyes peel back to to a blue face being a frame for just numbers and cloud chasing

So I place it in gear and then push fear into the mirror spreading orange and red solar flares in the headlights guiding the purple blue skies that backdrop the tracing rear lights of the fear in the past of our lifes
Bullet
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Bullet  22/M
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