Breathe out pigmented transparency and regret
Your tone of sympathy is synonymous to a dead ant's prayer
You spill your own blood for the sake of being in the center
The mouth placed at your nape,
talks about the truth so that the other mouth would be safe
You speak of only pure words with no feelings
Your sincerity could be compared to a blinking goldfish on my ceiling.
10-20-10
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