How you goad me
by your broken silence
wailing your heart
A thick pain
breath a clot
slugging my lungs
Not that
to hold my grief
I am living my life
I am still
a dead man
Working on my demise
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- BANTER YOUR LOVE
- EASY WALK
- POST TO POST
- CRACKING THE FORM
- CLASPING YOUR WORDS
- BRIDGING THE POINTS
- FOUNTAIN OF STONE
- PECKING THE SKULL
- BIGGER STEPS
- ETERNAL SPRING
- SPACE TUNNEL
- SORT
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- SPACE
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- AMMUNITION OF LOVE
- WHIP OF WISDOM
- BREATH A CLOT
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