Critigue you take it our silence is naked as a lost child, only seconds from where she was born and blanketed, torn and patient she walks on, through a hurricane of praise and scorn. Can you taste this rhetoric, movements are selling it as something we've taken despite reservations. Stuck in amber safe, another piston slips and these tears drop solid, forsake abandonment and commit to the conquring, for all of these fallen rewards, stars sting like scorpions and truth speaks through foriegn tongues of falsehoods and champions. Slight of hand second chance lower standards we demand these rites of passage, slight of hand, second chance lower standards, despite the odds we take our chances and she's already forgetting concepts and formatting, protocal has been replace with a new found skill. A foundation of the faces you love has been shaken down in agony and all those people fallen from hope and left to grieve. we all get tired we all feel heartache with wounds left wide open as we endure and we dream oceans. Those bridal veil water falls and the rocks that held us and the sky that could feel for us cut away from your history. you are the conquered and the conquerer and that which continues to be and live on, at the end of the days and beginnings of the nights. worried you'll never find it, in the fire with choices that bind us, seeing for miles and view you don't want to see. these tired travels, as we dream oceans...when the valleys have moved i'm sorry you feel the way you do. ice coats the streets of a simple town, we rest still... no hope, we hope, no hope, we hope, to dream.
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