Satin lining, Silver Panties, Angry Swordsman, Fluid Madmen.
Alpine for lost love, chopping down the pining trees.
Biting my neck, chewing your blood.
Eating your beauty with a wood carved spoon.
Falling seas, dripping skies, humid deserts, frozen clocks
The birds cannot fly but the fish do just fine.
Breath is limited by the imagination
Breath should be taught
Breath is stifled
Suffocated by a lying ass and beaten by a stiff trunk.
Shuffling cards never seems to work
Burning cardboard and eating the ash would be the perfect fit.
Although its fleeting and time is lost at least eating you will suffice.
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