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[Verse 1: Joseph
touching shapes, and thumbs on analogs
Smokey fruit-flavored candy, but it felt like I had a sweet tooth
Mouth of petroleum and all I smelled was grilled strawberries
Seasoned by

Felt like, the lights were dimmed to
Staring at the making sense of each and every thread in the pattern
How hideous make beauty in unison
Summer camp in the cabin, we were just video games
Bees threatening no more
seemed to last forever

Barbecues at 6 old
The sun all
The wind blew gently and grew violent and cycled through the
Creativity grew on

Spending days cooped up eating pizzas that's
And pumpkin
Toxins in my body exited
We days with the minutes turned to hours

Hours missing you even though you there
Because I knew you'd leave
it was over

So I prayed every minute out even longer
From minutes to
And to years

I was prostrating myself on top of a speeding
the sun beamed down and I had never been more vulnerable
I was no guarded
But I worried

The world felt
had their own life, and feelings
And nature was not concerned with mine

Dogs howled at me as I bolted
Yet procrastinated the wind
Constant partying in a room while gritty, hauntingly beautiful sounds played
Yet there were only 2

Dancing on dining room
Waiting on an order that never
I felt like bolder that spelt out my character and who I was
Had withered to shrill shaped letters

I like bolder letters that spelt out my character and who I was
Had withered to shrill sharply shaped

A lightbulb replaced the sun in the sky and it flickered at me. Oil stained fur microwaving wax candles the base was aluminum foil

We at the end of a harmonie korine movie
Walking in a field with shaved heads and neutral on, Waving sticks

Resented
rottweiler
Plastic,
Polyester blazer blazed with

Clogged
Injected the IV and and water squirted everywhere
Blood with the pizza man
Let him the house as a tip

Waffle
Dark hood, sentimental
'fore my balls dropped

I wanna see the world that again
And I do when I at the grass and wonder what's under
Looking at the sky makes me think of the and ponder what's coming

Limes and

Antiquing mirrors
That hold some old