white turns black turns gray turns blue turns gray turns black again. pure white is hiding. behind the fake crowns, the blow out of girls translucent building. they fake the fools. you know they do. its played out to the dummies that listen. scratch the gold, and you see the rust that fakes that glisten.Continue reading “no crowns”
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you’re my addiction breaking down the rules, tearing down the walls feeding what hides inside destroying all logic. i need you. can’t you see the discipline i give? i pull it back and leave everything for you rape the ideals, serve me pain make me want all the bad in you that’s good to me.Continue reading “file as…”
