#sotdjs

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Don't matter to kiss and Put back, poor fishies should be free

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And if you can't find your friends, you can leave without 'em And if you run out of drugs, you can sleep without 'em (I know you can) And if you want to go home, you can call a taxi And if you don’t want to talk, you can sit in the backseat

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Inside your room there’s 40 few 
 remaining figures of new moons 
 to curve around your axle heart 
 in hopes that something new will start. 
They’re winding down they’re closing ranks 
to rest another 30 days. 
 You lay and watch them wax and glow. 
 You hold them in your hand and let them...

A kid half my age, baby’s breath and meadow sage clutched in her hands like trophy game, just like the wild world was tame, was granted home and tender care into an awkward piece of ware three-quarters full or quarter-drained and both adversely sure how long they will sustain.

My eyes greet hers and hers do mine and then the room becomes her shrine. An older ma'am sets herself straight and then she smiles with 88 remembered loves and morning suns until her woven was sung. Her fingers dropped like falling rain. The entire room awash with the sustain.

You always said that you don’t dance but then a heel turn to a shadow stance. I’m rung like sodden cloth. And the autumn leaves turn over across your floor, into the hall and I’ve declined into a crawl and you decompress and fall away but this floor is raised on beams of trust and there’s room enough for both of us so stay. Sustain.

Inside your room there’s 40 few 
remaining figures of new moons 
 to curve around your axle heart 
 in hopes that something new will start. The things you grow are set to die. 
You cling to them with knuckles white. 
 So wind me up, damper to floor 
 and I don’t know if I know love no more.

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If I got locked up would you see me at the end of my sentence? White dot, buy pot with what I got Which I got from, fuck, still ain’t did shit with the beat

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I've been waiting up all night Baby, tell me what's wrong Go on and make it right Make it all night long

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Walk on through the wind Walk on through the rain Though your dreams be tossed and blown

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I make boys cry because they don't understand that i am a person yeah i get sad too but i don't take it out on you

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Try not to laugh. I know it'll be hard. I'm serious. I know it's a first but...