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everyone speaks in tongues leaving traces of their sickness in others' lungs. and we're waking up with bad dreams in our mouths. tell me more about the monster that hides inside your head. don't you want to be alone again? that night, the snow when no one could name us; sovereignty in its purest form. now it's just glances, banter across the water a blur of other faces. because everyone here is against us, or for us, or whatever. don't bring humanity into this. (you are hand-made derived from symphony halls, guilt-wrung hands, hard feelings, the light reflected caught on the metal. jesus, you're going to blind me.) see that I was looking. see that I'm still the same. recognize that I'm getting worse every day. the smell of burning tires smoke ascending from the streets someone call for help -- everyone's coughing. they will forget soon enough. what did they know to begin with? look, I heard things too. you don't have to smash your padlocks we all have our secrets.
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 3:43 PM UTC
flagship
everyone speaks in tongues leaving traces of their sickness in others' lungs. and we're waking up with bad dreams in our mouths. tell me more about the monster that hides inside your head. don't you want to be alone again? that night, the snow when no one could name us; sovereignty in its purest form. now it's just glances, banter across the water a blur of other faces. because everyone here is against us, or for us, or whatever. don't bring humanity into this. (you are hand-made derived from symphony halls, guilt-wrung hands, hard feelings, the light reflected caught on the metal. jesus, you're going to blind me.) see that I was looking. see that I'm still the same. recognize that I'm getting worse every day. the smell of burning tires smoke ascending from the streets someone call for help -- everyone's coughing. they will forget soon enough. what did they know to begin with? look, I heard things too. you don't have to smash your padlocks we all have our secrets.
sorry
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 3:43 PM UTC
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