Sniff Sniff... Is that muskrat? Logic, overthrown by a cherry-blossom heartache, rains relentlessly from the cracked sky like drops of blood. Alligators ooze from my eyeballs and my wounds weep with crystal slime. Your knuckles look like rocks hitting a still pond. If I were a shadow, I'd walk sidew..
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