you were gonna take your time. now you're slowly losing sight. your stillborn aspirations are abandoned machines. my covert mismatched socks are singing. miles of unspoken thoughts. what if they took me to the door? what if i couldn't stop? the sharks keep moving. and the hands will keep on shaking. from golden favors, to silver tongues. there's an ocean in this drop of water. let's map our escape. chase some scenery. for the next three weeks. we'll bury our teeth in the warm concrete.
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