It kills some and manifests others,
The cannon shot off in the guts of former lovers.
We've all been there before,
Some in that shrouded purgatory
Longer then others.
Pollination of the sour glands.
Taste buds burnt to no more.
When we can't validate any other options,
That's when we know we've lost love.
The cannon shot off in the guts of former lovers.
We've all been there before,
Some in that shrouded purgatory
Longer then others.
Pollination of the sour glands.
Taste buds burnt to no more.
When we can't validate any other options,
That's when we know we've lost love.
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