After all the ducks are scared of your breads
Make a little cent for what's flying in our heads
blank look...
a post-war pockmarked sheen
wall up face my space with dream
top five for everything thing we see
Don't fret it's just a post hoc lean
Debts paid...
to those who keep us in the dark
just look
They always had us from the start
So we end our lives plundering goodbyes
what's sense when their dollar's on the rise
Cold drip. Stiffen up my lip.
Oh shit... my world's never been legit.
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“The world is fated…” She looked out over the pond and imagined herself being able to be a single drop of water. Nancy was also wondering what she was doing in the middle of Oregon with her boyfriend Oz -- short for Oscar; which is obviously ridiculous as a nickname because just using your name is shortsighted and… her thoughts were interrupted by the thrashing sounds of Oz struggling with the cords he had crudely wrapped around the wood he had gathered.
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