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Young Livers

As it pours now in from a past, I can attest to the rapport of we recall In awkward exchange if at your best and what we would call an ideal beyond us

Inevitable and blatant allure contained in our realm, A degradation sees us subside. Singled out, rest assured, for these changes assimilate for become

Air pierced in the lungs in sordid sums of endless tries, Too dire is this to unwrite Sunk in to a breath that dell short with these kindred ties Desire

It doesn't take these graceful feats to restrain these thirsts, but I am dry of lust and haste and indifference. O' this undying thirst is corrosive.

Goodbye you bastard. Good luck motherfucker. It was out of the water and I wished I had drowned. And it's the greatest mistake. Wounds neatly placed.

Assembled with these black tongues lashing contract and expand As it courses through their veins watch them erase Watch them erode writhing in some loss

It drives us from our path and suffocates as we are gnashing teeth into the arms that press us down. We try to recourse, redirect before we are run

We have tried lay them to rest we contort and hang them from their tines. Inject these lines with absolution. Constrict and contrive as to derive that

This admiration inspired by the wicked, from the blood of the lonely and their closest closet. Closest outed outrage? Guilt, guided, guilty, guided