You got such simple smile sips
I'm in love with balloons
Your torn heart mended with paper clips
And sad forsaken tunes

Lamps off, hands on
Chased to the edge of a knoll
Born under a bald sun
Self-supporting sickly hole

A growth inside I cannot bare
Back is the way you cannot tread
Breathing out lifeless air
Eaten alive, am empty bed

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