Dont bring flowers 🌺 to my grave , You know am allergic
What remains was not a life to begin with
Nothing can come to the heart of obstruction, neglect of insignificance
Murder is our only hope , enough trying to draw a single breathe through the lungs of another
The air won't sustain both of us
Our bodies like a rythm to match the earth
Hope exists in insufficient measure and display
Must be warned solely,
Oh but the hate is with us
Its suicidal cause it was broken
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