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Burdens this eve*
Beware deadly hours filling filthy hope
Words like stars falling back into the universe
We'd seen old wolves hanging
Trees breaking in the wind
Howling their sorrow for a friend
Paper turns sour when the nightmares are written
And lust sleeps in secret with my teeth
Rotten swears and shallow mistakes
Stoke a little higher
Slipping the distance forges a harder degree
So tell me
Am I a worthy piece?
Uh I dunno, a bored and quick write

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