Turnstiles
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with a light of this match i could burn this place to the ground then fire engines'd scream down crowded streets onto the scene and then i'd make it rain numb myself to never say your name that i've uttered in anger said with confusion laughed over nervously said without sympathy i'm not shedding tears for you. all those lonely night that i've said feels like i might
as well be dead no more smiles; revolving like turnstiles no more deliberation; analytical creations i'm incapable, a predepressionist this is delivered with courage muddled in tension lashed out in honesty someone come and save me i'm dying to tell you this kills it forever it was already dead and i'm just fine i haven't called you but i haven't had the time thoughts are stale i've been revolving like turnstiles
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