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MY WORDS

Thieves and thieves silence along with my words

Hi my inner children speak without tilting your head do not walk occasionally while digging his own grave promise me and hold my fingers 

see I am here in an abandoned black city the burials sun corpse friends

Only your eyes that still save the river when the mountains summarizes the sleep of the moon someone I call his name is the one who keeps the knife in the eyes stabbed my rhymes until I found delayed consciousness

God, I said like to friends presumably You are according to my preconceptions generous who is never poor pin it on my chest as an emblem of appreciation I promise, then I grip your fingers
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