I beat the path.
The pathos stays.
Mirrors only view behind.
I measure a breath.
Thick and thin.
They only touch me when inside.
She spat at me.
Dry lung care.
Our chests grow tender and scorched in pain.
Imagine...
There's no anything.
Now go outside and breathe that rain.
I shook my teeth.
They're still here.
A smile wide and loose yet tight.
I have sent another...
Everywhere.
We differ in our views of right.
Sold a spirit.
Spent the prize.
I'll have to feign another swoon.
Debt don't die.
Death don't deal.
Look deep in the lover's spoon.
I hope you find it.
It's behind you.
It has fangs as sharp as mine.
It's too late.
So, you're safe.
Never trust a moment's time.
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