Take another day
I try to touch these things outside my window
I'm stuck in my place
This is inconsequence. This is in self defines and I ...
Fumble with this mute upon my mouth.
Is this contagious, this plainness?
Open fire … on my bullet proof
The snake's amongst the grass
The weeds they make so I can't see, slides so gently.
A delicate display
I'm getting weaker every day.
Comfort is the drug they sell me
Trying to fulfil me
When nothing is all I need
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