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Tell a falsehood, yielding dismal into us. Stair of bloodshed, that’s their point of view. Inside our household, we’re decent to each other. Giggling, either sneering. All of the junctures, stood here, everyone’s on murmurs. Nobody likes us, without our sacrifice of the veins.
(Forget-us-not: where our toes would fall for the decision that could blame us? Discover for the darker flank.)
Our sand, to see the hourglass, stopped by, and no return. The future, couldn’t be known by the commoner. We bet, that we are one of them, yet, it’s doubting. Guess, where our tone goes down? Do not know, we still chase for our truth-like. Walked a mile, twilight in our arms, full of red–our eyelook. Declared, Walst is our stamp. Deepest of breath, locked in, the rots of our laugh.
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Tell a falsehood, yielding dismal into us. Stair of bloodshed, that’s their point of view. Inside our household, we’re decent to each other. Giggling, either sneering. All of the junctures, stood here, everyone’s on murmurs. Nobody likes us, without our sacrifice of the veins.
(Forget-us-not: where our toes would fall for the decision that could blame us? Discover for the darker flank.)
Our sand, to see the hourglass, stopped by, and no return. The future, couldn’t be known by the commoner. We bet, that we are one of them, yet, it’s doubting. Guess, where our tone goes down? Do not know, we still chase for our truth-like. Walked a mile, twilight in our arms, full of red–our eyelook. Declared, Walst is our stamp. Deepest of breath, locked in, the rots of our laugh.
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