epoch and earth dont love you
Dominate space
At the end of the, argument
Outside the fight
Runt the challenge
Litter the ballads
Confronting the battles
Never landing
Never sanding
Off the grit
Shoulders visit me
One down
And grumpy again
Infinite muse
Turning straight
Becoming hate
Facing suicide
Or nothing comes back
Not allowing a come back
A word and its sworn
To be
The deceit, conceived
I am without
As wist
I became wist
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