plagiarizing love with our mistakes and copyrighting hate so we don't fall under way and submerging the glory right into this place and hyping up effects so we don't misplace, attitudes climbing the to the top of self worthy motivation and this is the time when we inquire feelings. mountainous victories and feelings shed like jackets, left on coat hangers till seasons to come and we aren't about to judge you in this place where judging is like a mouthful of cotton uncomfortable and cynical. tight little outfits with purses full of fear, hiding in compacts between tampons and movie stubs.. and not wanting to escape a whole generation of pity. pitiful passion wrapped in desire and baked in the sun till it appears golden. smooth and collective, wild and out of control. you controlling her and then a cinematic flavor erupting from colouring mistakes highlighting altitudes you don't want to venture again, lines in the sand and you want to cross them, scribbling fates and the stars are casting shadows on visions you had that now your unsure of, processing devotion on old fax machines and this might end up in places where love isn't an item, where love isn't a problem. where, where is love?
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