Dying on a dirty street corner, remembering warm skin and not cold concrete, I would have stood by you come hell or ayahuasca.
Great Circles, Autodarwinated, Ghosts of Conflicts past, Summoning the Present and Active.
Damn the maker, his unstable perfection, inevitable forces of decay Nothing lasts forever, still it moves on day by day.
Oh God, what would I do, What I would do if I were a monster like you?
Your creator has given you a fine set of wings sir. If I were you, I'd have the courage to trust them.
Her lights are turned up, the storms subside.
Your creator has given you a fine set of wings sir. If I were you, I'd have the courage to trust them.
Her lights are turned up, the storms subside.
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