I'll be with you,
even after we leave.
Because you're the corruption
I need.
A tossed paper in the trash,
to you.
I'm the pencil shaving
that has fallen
into the crack.
A timeshare.
A wasted-up nightmare.
A lost lesson.
Can't even
read the message.
Where echoes become voice.
I'll be with you,
even after we leave.
Because you're the corruption
I need.
A tossed paper in the trash,
to you.
I'm the pencil shaving
that has fallen
into the crack.
A timeshare.
A wasted-up nightmare.
A lost lesson.
Can't even
read the message.
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