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Jonathan Michael Conlon
In a fight, to argue truth of one's abuse, hold strangle to promise.
In a plight, cost less than tomorrow, where I'll feel safe from sorrow.
Then becomes the peppermint struggle, each to each, this candy-cane smile.
Bear all witness, to this all atrocious welcomes and vivacious sand to borrow.
Complete now the sense of time to beg spend and swallow content nature and find again
Please just breathe and quit this lift sick bent upon twist.
I need my wants to be free of tomorrow.
God, I'm serenity and yours ain't followed.
Demons ain't saints. I'm the man your not...wanna see my wings?
Not to close to bother....wanna see my wings?
Okay, just don't get all fluttery, angels ain't saints and to crash all appointed, I'd bathe ridicule in salt, rest lie awake till tomorrow.