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Maybe I’ll never write again My words will turn to ash in my mouth Ink will bleed Rust and blood This vintage pen will break Is this all that I am Rhythm and syllables Confined by definition Complying and lying And hesitate questions I got no use for a name anyways And I’m always over complicating the simplest of things The moon is smiling between telephone wires Venus is crying So I sleep alone And over Gods eyes I close the blinds Now time begins to move right through me I’m trying to delegate time But it’s catching up to me The sun is rising To empty street views The Sirens are singing Their calling for you So lay your sins down to rot in summer backyards where the children go and play Let them pick them up Let them learn a few things
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Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 11:00 PM UTC
Roses Cry at Midnight 11.
Maybe I’ll never write again My words will turn to ash in my mouth Ink will bleed Rust and blood This vintage pen will break Is this all that I am Rhythm and syllables Confined by definition Complying and lying And hesitate questions I got no use for a name anyways And I’m always over complicating the simplest of things The moon is smiling between telephone wires Venus is crying So I sleep alone And over Gods eyes I close the blinds Now time begins to move right through me I’m trying to delegate time But it’s catching up to me The sun is rising To empty street views The Sirens are singing Their calling for you So lay your sins down to rot in summer backyards where the children go and play Let them pick them up Let them learn a few things
SamanthaXxX
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SamanthaXxX
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 11:00 PM UTC
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