if there's such a thing as deliverance from the silent hums you knew, then you can count on this: I share your hometown stress. I've been to foreign lands with you. peed in front of each other, as good as blood brothers, you talk in gazing melodies. you'll let me take the blame, I'll drag your bony shame out from the closet to the street. if you can find the place beneath bower of quiet passion you're into, you'll find me facing you. when this world decays the dimension of our soul comes the waking truth, you've only got to find one. articles of this selfish age will letter the pages of books we're going to write. trespasses all forgiven for the skin you live in is cracking, dormant overnight.
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