Ice stare followed by
Rage like a suns flare.
But still sunny like a smile
Your smile slightly squed by
Rage.
I like it when you pretend
Not to be at your wits end,
I don’t like winding you up
Too much, or the spring ruins.
Spewing my words like a
Wretched stain on my tongue.
They come out in an order that
is all wrong. But the song is sung.
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