write me a picture laced with irony and regret,let me see you sweat baby sweat. heart beating faster than an iron fist, twisting in the darkness, making this scene itch. jumping through the fire insisting that your mine, handfuls of glitter aimed right for your eyes, nothing can change your rose coloured glasses unless we smash you in the fast as hope for different flowers. countless harmonies all ending in a slap. knick knacks full of stories that are sure to make you react. winding up the water guns aiming for your soul, quickly baby, hurry the rush is falling through the holes, that once hid all our passion and now drains like grains of sand, wondering if you wondering just what kind of cards i'm holding within my hands.
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