People love even more strongly after they’ve died
Three weeks is all that’s needed for magic
Working best in the elbow with a double to kick
An oasis never fades the stories to sweet water
Everything starts to turn into emergencies
Not lapping the party to save viewers from habits
Serving tonic with a detox
A designer is in limerence but still in debt
With hundreds in the seats unable to stand up
There’s never enough real smiles flashing back
A splat now where there once was spirit
Old risks for disassociating ahead of time
Bleed the concrete until it runs hot
Never low enough to finally hit the lotto
There’s tongues ready to desecrate a memory
Raise your hand if it still feels slower each time
Should be strolling out of the park pen
Envying outside for the steam branching up
Weak hands shiver over more ng/mL
For the worst defect seen in a petri dish
Making story time while waves crash closer
Nobody will play dumb just as well
Toying with fire in the open while the wind blows
Defense turns to offense the longer the siege