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There were furrows in his brow Kept his music much too loud Paper skin and paper grin To his chest, a heart we'll pin Veins are ****** tunnels A carbonated bottle A lump love funnels, Bubbles over, feeling sober Dismal future, no four leaf clover Afraid to search around for a light Afraid to wait around and see that it might Not be all that worthwhile He lived to take flight Dark crimson in a ****** vile Injection withdrawn, thin paper smile Down below, Ground is coming near And before the pavement A vision was clear A final thought rummaged through his brain A blissful blow, a final aching pain A florescent concussion, an angelic cheer A temporary life he lived For it was not death he feared
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Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC
he lived to take flight
There were furrows in his brow Kept his music much too loud Paper skin and paper grin To his chest, a heart we'll pin Veins are ****** tunnels A carbonated bottle A lump love funnels, Bubbles over, feeling sober Dismal future, no four leaf clover Afraid to search around for a light Afraid to wait around and see that it might Not be all that worthwhile He lived to take flight Dark crimson in a ****** vile Injection withdrawn, thin paper smile Down below, Ground is coming near And before the pavement A vision was clear A final thought rummaged through his brain A blissful blow, a final aching pain A florescent concussion, an angelic cheer A temporary life he lived For it was not death he feared
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Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC
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