I'm so uneven I balance out your heart
I'll ascend over head with the silence of orioles
Let it sprout and develop throughout
Are you peeking in whenever it might happen
Amore is my fancy kept within
Past, present, and future tense
Left to the north of the broken glass
Lost to the children of humanity
Bruises constructed upon the foot traffic
The railroads to success misread the tracks
Night lights warm the arms of the isolated
Reduce the rowing rose ruins
Monumental movement mischievously misleading
Awoken to a sliding vague vision
Compliments of the dead end pharmacy
Trademarks and copyrights to the catastrophic
Impulse checks out to the south right
Giving the glory days back to the restless.
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