sun set, my lover .
the birds are falling down and,
it feels like forever.
I'm pushed to the edge now,
tired of fantasying
take me into the air



someone is drowning in the river by,
they're kicking the stranger,
the coming dynasty.
with spills of fires,with no chills, we don't die.
the coming is a storm.



landing I'd been falling
spear the rhyno is mine,
I see you half way fine
calling you want some mine yet
sex is pride and hate.
narcissist rob you fate

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