this still life
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it looks like
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motion is gaiting unexpectedly
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one judgment
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will define
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recycled emotions
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underlined vindictively
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misplaced aggression and a half-hearted smile
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give regret a whole new meaning
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replace transition
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with a full lb
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of style
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to try and read
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what's on
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the ceiling
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living in fear of a future this rares denial.
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Bringing back the dead
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infected affection
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falling apart from the seams of your heart is this cycle.
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we're just left for dead...
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this still light.
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It looks bright
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showcasing your love on
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filtered, so fair
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these judgments
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create criiiiimes.
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forcing the witness eyes
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a blank stare
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revolting obsession
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the other's denial
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push at the knees before kneeling
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No definition
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Not even worth wile
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apart from forgetting living in fear
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of a future that rare's denial
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Bringing back the dead
|
infected affection
|
falling apart from the seams of your heart is this cycle
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we're just left for dead...
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Pepper
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| Drmanhattan |
