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shine or don't shine bright young star a perpetual glimmer forever radiating/beautiful in-disclosed is the last of my stem/are the webs of green that have faded like this body/serendipity that i've found myself in we live through spectres different seams of bleeding colors constantly twisted like the palettes that judge in self-disgust as flexible as the turn in senses each prism spills light of those who matter and those who don't matter at all
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Swan of Tuonela - Spira
04:11
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perspiration chilled is a failed reminder of my bashful efforts to kill the monsters i run from every night through all the familiarity arise the demons of a soul too pure for this filtered reality in which i'll grow indefinitely nurtured shaded in this remembrance of what is real shadows account for what these hollow shells truly do i know you'd jump this convolution grows barters itself for lucidity and if terraform elevates your feet/caught mangled halfway and in between/should we ever exchange words then i know that you would jump (i'll run in circles torn hooves) chariots whipping their red wheels in constant turbine (the wood i've drawn on my back) lashing whips from the creaked spokes burn edges (of the flickering lumen) of the film grain that plays back a warped projection (burn/deteriorate/die) in playback forever like the candidates of this rolodex
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words become byzantine a bitter sweetness is trivial when tongues are a still brand a mark of judgment you coat and taste but freeze like solemn statues when told to be abrasive you hold your scepter high but we'll never conform to your deciduous haze
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Ornamental
01:01
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you've lied well to me between a joyless smile broken wings take flight amongst catharsis remember those fictitious nights your tongue splintered and steel tarnished when will these hands be cleansed of fervor and acrimony
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Fallout
01:17
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we've lived our lives as strangers to ourselves with crowns of shame on our thrones of dirt i've embargoed faith my ego revels in the filth of animosity/self-dissolution enshrined in a willingness to forgo verdure tiptoing over broken eggshells has gotten so old how will you remain when your beckoning folds
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Salt of Sodom
03:31
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an arc of light ascends over our monoliths to failure built on foundations of broken determination by tired hands of shallow animals it envelops/desecrates with hands tied and replies arranged this debt collects these maths deranged a wall-less room bred enfilade a lifeless plot engorged through days in a glass house i won't remain falsified remorse in siphoned shame a sunset in babylon cascades over our shallow graves in the salt of sodom
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