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Burning like the baked alaska did
These days the station will mock the sayre
These days the sky will fill you lungs up
With blankets to wrap around the oratals
Softening pathways, stregthening the wall of bone
This huffs the grunt okay, a call you must obey
Crevice loving victims correcting and helping out the least
Safe is smeared across the mirror in the bathroom in blue ink
Frothing lakes of liquid to steam away up the porcelain life
nothing in the vacuum with 10 minutes more where that came from
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