Expose your palm.
We shall trace our own stigmata.
We're open to miracles.
Theres nothing like faking it.
Unlike the movies no deaths are staged.

Turn the fucking page your almost on the best part.
I'm reminded of something fictional if you will but i can't quite put my finger on it.
While i could never deny my own delusions i return to my sense.
So whats your excuse phalicy just isn't very becoming in these days where logic prevails.


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