The sugars wait
the daemons gate
look like it's going on forever
wrestlers weep
children bleep
and words are forgotten in distant
lands
the mind it speaks
to will is to weep
the savages find themselves in the
desert
the money breaks
the fall turns cakes
and autumn is nowhere to be found
when sin has spoken
the truth has broken
the idea of what has happened
and what can
when hollow gates
take up so much space
the room is covering the calendar
the queen she is
hell, let it be
when jupiter is narrow in my mind
the lives they spoke
on the walls of hope
letting ions be ions evermore
the casket breaks
the laugh takes haste
the movement takes its turn into violet
the tomboys mate
commemorate
and the shuffle up and down
the great design
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