when pressed against anything sharp gentle girl tissues tend to erupt a snow-flaked floor is up against my face oh why did i ever agree to this did you have to uncover whatever's left of my heart take the cliché that is me and turn it into art cars downstairs like candydrops in flames and the phone sounds like a nymph screaming out your name.
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