.Cowardice muscles turn to torture
The waking time is low
Inbetween the cut from top to bottom of control
A many taste vents screaming blindface at the real disease
Form collapsing red sky revealed, caught up in the breeze
They grow, I know, anxious cracked the dawn in circles in .
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