I.
I'm a street co-sided
people holding' onto hope
I am a one way drive
with the doctor who put on your soft cast.
I see no divided equation in this last piece of soap
I am a streetlight illuminating your way home
cleanliness is sadness.
For when you tear away the flesh.
For when you tear away the flesh.
A cold
heavy down pour of sweet love is bold.
A hate is warm steel crutch.
A sin is bold loving touch.
Reality: Resurrection!
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