Prurient
dragonflies to sew you up
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In offense, the lonely trent.
Highway broken, I wonât repent.
Feeling ahead of his eyes.
Gutter we reside.
In offense, the lonely trent.
Highway broken, I wonât repent.
Feeling twist right your heart.
Get your tongue out of your faces.
Are you not irrelevant?
Are you writing at me?
Are you really mad at me?
Are you writing at me?