No Title Your steps falter upon each sound of broken glass that falls from the sky
making the rivers moan with sickness.
Shall the children of the ball give in to drops falling from the lying ledgers
that each day posts to a lie. No Title Heart I love you can feelings be given away to those who stand before you I need
it you won't regret it. I want them with bags of pain to know you that they find
one of your kind oh give many of them a taste of your kindness may their hate
burn within you may the poisons they send be pushed away by you as you send them
new life from you my best friend the reality be from you.
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