Dirty water music
Why do we full these cities up?
Turbine apathy
And the smell is that of candied fish
All curry and sugar
No salt to cure or quartzize
Why do we full these cities up?
Turbine apathy
And the smell is that of candied fish
All curry and sugar
No salt to cure or quartzize
Shallow moment of fluffy white snow
The embrace is in the holding
Your melty lockness
And hardened grips
Are only wasted on hands so young
Also wasted on old manbuckled flintlatched coats
All that is new is decrepit once more
In a silent storm that does not to wake
Does not to push swing or release ladder
Only fog heavy
Flooding the embankment with weakened troubles
Troubles that are needed
To survive in waste when all is sweet
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1.21.11
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