Slowly Stroke the Strobe
Touched the tremor
where a gulp
hold the tears in place
Where fetally naked under lamp lights thumb
i shiver in time
to darkness song
Breathing not by choice
Dead before the birth
sated with the thirst
Slowly stroke the strobe
doesn't she love me
cause i'm broke
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