Butterfly Fingers
I know I'm alive when I'm in your thighs.
Your Honesty Always Turns To Lies.
You're peculiar, You're familiar.
Weigh the pain away into another place.
I guess you could say
it will always be this way
I guess you could say
cut it away cut it away
A Hummingbird lost in a valley of Mockingbirds.
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