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Tears rip acid tracks down my cheeks,
perfectly imperfect slopes.
Sometimes I wonder if insanity is sweet;
sometimes I wonder if I already know.
Every deep breath pukes out lies,
I am breathing, is she too?
Helium, I rise, I fall...
sweetly inhaled by the sky's deep blue.
December climbs 'round my spine;
shiver, shake..it feels so fresh.
Autumn leaves are thundering past,
oh, we fall haphazardly into the rush.
Ivy creeps up walls too high,
balloons fly so far away.
Dandelion puffs float into the breeze
as ashes turn from red to grey
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