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Veruca Bath Salt
03:55
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they gave it a name and it entitled them as well
to trade sentiments to salt the world in jade
you don’t really know who you’re being
the empty space is there for you to fill it
the ordained Gammas’ delusion to consume
the oval gold, mistakenly unhollow
you should really know there is nothing in it
it’s empty space is there for you to fill it as you see fit
relax, you’re in the water
bathe in it until you relapse
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media siren’s immerse you
you’ve fallen prey
but i guess you’re okay with that
you fall and pray
want and need
locked in and raised over-the-counter
wouldn’t we have been better off under the table?
their medicine set you in a lapse
take out this vessel
it is the middleman
off the wire and under the table
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Peptothizzmol
03:49
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you are bitter-ly washed blue
brittle and barely bright
with a mind capsized, spilling patterned yolk
it fittingly feels out of place
wellness to bear
why should i care?
if it sustains being ill
i do not care
or think to carry
the rain is now lining your coat
(the) mist, the train, (the) fog of thoughts
time is pink, pasted down your throat
can you stomach the ache to think?
wellness to bear
why should i care?
if it sustains being ill
i do not care
or think to carry
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