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Take these burnt wings from my broken back, It's a skill to plead guilty.
What you want is what I need, the flames stand still
Intake the gravity, turn away from faith.
And still the angel on my dashboard glows. A silent scream to the demons; a branded scar. Mark my heavy words (you've been marked).
Slipping through cement kisses, hugging the curb. Is reality whispered?
Signs are assigned lives.
I gave you life; you gave me arsenic.
Are seconded motions fair?
Burn down the bridges, we're swimming home. | 
