Pelt and chime the beauty of synchronicity.
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Stand still for not a single second.
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Shimmer and wave, destroy your home.
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Stand still for not a single second.
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In beauty lies compensation,
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Sharpening his bundle of sticks into arrows laced with impulse.
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A skim over cupid's diary sickened by each entry.
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Ink to blood, paper to flesh
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and I am suspended in mid-air, frozen by intuition.
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Pelt and chime.
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Well rehearsed chaos gives me something to hum to.
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Cupid's Diary
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| This Day Forward |
