Every pleasurable thing is full of
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My jaw between sweat and the carpet to prove
Your peace of mind is possibly at the eye of only one
Sorry, I’m busy, don’t we all
Beg for answers over chewing breakfast,
few know yours, like their own so
Apologize for the smoke in their noses
at 6 and 12 then 6 and 12
Laugh at the consequences of an unearned love
Open your fist for the orphaned keys
They will be the last chance
You get to get the bleeding down
before the next one