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"Oscillation" by Ron L. Black She oscillates like heroin, cut with innocent sand She heave with heavenly preception, like ornate constellation Leaning like an era with no consequence She sways with conviction She leaves me adherent within withdraw. And she's glorious like suicide bleeds from my wrist all like pride She's put faith and religion in oscillation While you believe, pray for consolation Now like bleeding air for mercy With no thoughts or love for brother with bitter pride She brings to you, life inside And she's glorious like suicide And she oscillates until we die. |
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