Eyelid's wrapped in blue and the end of every alphabet seeps through the confused hole marking it's territory on my face. I cough, cough, cough. Smile, nod, kiss, and cry. Sly Sly Sly. The sound of footsteps echoing in every crevace of the construction zone that is my head, and this shirt doesn't smell like you anymore. And I want to sing to the rising sun, and be wind for the lake when it gets tired of your reflection. Diluted, diluted. I'm leaking and I don't want your help if I can't afford the bill, but even a rusted wrench would be beneficial.
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