cranky messiah
lip tight it's prophecy sealed, wafer wise come dancing, caged and small in it's cavity. but i can feel your heart, beat it's shape in my hand. pounded air patterns, convey messages, you're the brother sended, to the brother soul yet. but my wounds don't heal.
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