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I'm begging you, please wake me up--in all my dreams I...
every angel begins at the end
you're a tough little tadpole to love
like Jonah, will be swallowed whole, and spat back teeth and bones
her reflection struck back
memory comes when memory's old
after them she shot, down down down
we'll weave them through every rocket's red glare, and huddled masses
we talk about love, we talk about dishwater tablets and we dream about heaven
sweeping up dirt with a broken broom
getting a feeling; maybe I will dream again
cringe like you're cursed with your wrecking ball-y necklace
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