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You play my nerves like strings, all upside down. Try to keep straight... my limbs are bonding now. Since a few aprils ago, endless chase to send away this... tireless persistence of taste. With a touch of your words I saw the devil sneak between my fingers (it's much too familiar) With a touch of your words I've learned to reverse. It's gotten me no where... A deep shade of horizon gold... the constellations remind me I am home. We were lit from the west, our silhouettes, yet a sight of industrial-ness as the silence wins over every word. What am I supposed to think about wondering round inside out...? Patterns don't feel right, still speaking like you know what I'm all about |