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RegaloLinen never so appealing in the wind,Lifts a heart to a beating point of entry.Pulse into lucidity, twist that sin into your friendOpen those liquid eyes and set your offer free.Shake his choices when your voice is shaking and kind,And keep him closer when he knows her future's course is blind.Hold his holy heartbeat with words that make it skip,But believe beyond blue lips and that unopened gift.Carry it into a clouded vision within a vivid visage,Don't ever release the trust that held it's message.The protective bits of you are gone and death isPresent
Mr. WhoYoung mister Jenkins spilt his brazen soul to me. His story would make a horrible, bloody B-Movie. He's a cynic and a critic of his movie and he's in it. He tears himself down again with these shadows of happiness and friends. He told me that he's alive, but I told him that it was all a lie. I'll help him lay the silver sheets on his rotten bed, just don't expect me to stay after he's fled. Please, mister Jenkins, explain why you have these thoughts on your brain, tell me the name of the butchering demon you can't tame. One last time I'll hold you tonight, just promise to put down that shiny knife. O God, the fire licks at my face from your broken limbs as you shake. I scream not for my life, but yours as you pick your crumbled body off the floor. Pops and cracks as your motions push your brown bones back. I didn't want this for you, sir, but I didn't do it for you, it's all for her. A flash of ear-splitting silence and white accompany this moment tonight. Mister Jenkins, don't get up