if you are not alive,
buy flowers for graves
this is the foam
from your eyes
last days
Charlotte, let's dive,
the bottom keeps our keys
it is a temple of lies
dead sun rise in the chains
shout at the branch
where you hang naked
and raped
my love,
I considered all,
we can not escape
watching from the shadows
so loud so loud
around your neck
checkmate for the proud (dolls)
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