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You in your haste to explore your regions
Laid rarely low to devise your reasons

Cut down the hair from the tree you lived in
Claim your mistakes underneath your breathing

My ears have bled so I must be learning
Crawl on my tongue and believe you're nothing

Slave to the pain that dissolves your seasons
Compassionate with a hint of tyrant

Jealous you're jealous your eyes are stagnant from all the reasons so hard to come by

Friends of the year....

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