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i turns the quiet ex's into the exquisite dying words on the page losing definition as the ages past Think you can work me out Why do black bags open at the opposite side you rip you them from I follow no from morph the form lines you don't realise move into an otherwise watts the ewes Same letters old news Stood before the burning fuse The silence before the silence Read or blew If the one only knew Looking for any cause lost without just be cause because Raven beaks caws Perfect are my flaws Maent to brake the laws Sew tell me what i am No son of adam west brings man to bat No dream ushered No hope of hope No nope hide behind the verses the other me has wrote as the other me inside dangles from a rope see the toes twitching as you boop me on the nose looking for the right words to finally