Fucking
Life of a fugitive
Staring straight ahead
Get inside, do things to me
Your pure heart too rough for mine beating
Pump pump pump rhythmic
Nature is a timebomb ticking eggshells too fragile
Me
Too quick to step
Inside mind
Around a clown of ups and downs to ins and outs of you
Fulfill
That thrill
Of a still life.
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