.Blood on your head in catastrophes, icicles
No one's fed in cycled and by cycle dead
Asked to shine the flag
Love is just a distant and
Blue scents like apples bites
And flows thru our hands
Said hi to a man who shot his sister
Pant thru the station
And jumped in fron.
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