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What’s it like knowing, none of you can foresee?
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What’s it like knowing, none of you can foresee?
Scattered like petals, burning from my grasping hands
On every scar is a badge of a lesson I’ve learned.
Sink while you bathe in hallucination.
Love make us something more.
Echolalia in the baby’s breath, Babbling into the belly and fed.
Witness this demeanour, witness your demise.
There’s a whole world out there and you would have never known.
Your fraying majesty’s skytorn embrace.