burninkbrain6

when the fires start all hearts became distance and bloated with a thought and a spark you ring along with the dog bark walking down the back lanes with a new pet and a old sane once in the ally path you meet a man who has not taken a bath He Said low and humble All days are in the Green lights crumble You retort coughing go home and spark He laughs and cry's until there is not a trace of blood in his eyes So you walk on Down on to the forests lucid floor you fall looking to bite a hole into these musical drones interested  you crawl to  find a tree so you stand on one of your three meek knees asking to bake in distorted charity So you g

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