Lips

The world echoes, time's up for me, the ability, to make decisions, has long passed me, do you think of it sometimes, what would have happened, if we acted, with more freedom, my life, and its many extensions, are bound, by these contracts, in the sand, if I broke any one of them, it could have unraveled, reality as we know it, spirits, and energy flowing, where will we go, is there work on the horizon, or is there a fruit in my hand, slobber my mouth all over it, don’t think twice, just do it.

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Teeth

We're always driving, each day is a journey, and the abyss, could wait, at every corner, follow your feelings, your freedom, the good that you believe in, don’t leave me there, save me, so dirty, so smelly, break this hymen.