ON A SPECTRUM OF COLOR MY SENSE'S ENGAGED . LOVE GRAPPLE'S WITH ABANDONMENT AND IT'S TEARS. I CRY TO THE SKY WERE THE OLD MAN LIVES. HE RESPONDS WITH CHAOS AND TO MANY QUESTIONS. BEATING THE EARTH, MY FISTS COVERED IN BLOOD. ALONE ILL DANCE IN MADNESS, SADNESS IN LOVE.
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