Fantasy and bad magic, run towards it you'll hear the mic drop static, the light would grab you before the buttons pushed from panic, the reality a slight of hand crude fuel that enlightens the knights that run your planet, proud to enhance the antics of some new cats that land it, yet they aint been the same since they saw my anticipation towards their habits, 7 swords, 9 cords, 11 words, and 12 scars my secret learns in the apperance of your fairest flaw in the exchange the realest part in the grasp of your wane , wine dot to dot cross the sea and just watch the harbors come to claim, i mean its like she's the dance of the dragons bite meets the howl from a wolf named bane, cigarette first smoke last smolder in the eye that looks and jams to the romance of a pirates treasure map that holds no way, legends given ask what she due to the calls of her name, the cause of it might spit fear in your closet of reminders that even though you could walk away from home theres just another one down the lane, the whispers keep most insane, the tremble of your features finger the clit of your attraction that her heart plays, the harp made the dark cave open the address her aura in a black and white outfit be the main, culprit to the ones you think take off with your phrase, only to wake up in anothers gaze, until the phantoms whistling to the reapers rage, uncaged
Fantasy moves like remember the rain, fangs in the afternoon poetry my sunlight and pain, the land can seek what it keeps in the vein, too many looking for a jug to keep without knowing the real treasure that they claim, meaning not trying to be drained, hilariously deceptive the finds of the brain, thoughts could even be renamed, how about Dots to Dot the real reason we came, all this way to the door of the book of the legends that bore the final frame of the title to claim, tje rest hang out in the pastures made in the portraits wings spread to the flame, I could seek the game in the after remark the sound the harp will only make some wanna complain, like hows he using the daze? Study in the outlaw, the style like a moon to the funeral of the loose jaw, yet some dont live without chewing the coleslaw, bounty and few broads beautiful not only taking off a few bras, the youthful looks never leave the raw, the kindred shook by what they believe was the love to see them wash their own attempts to reason with the time evidence would release them all, the signs a dance in the hall, the mans grind takes the shine but dont remove it at all, the wind makes the frame of reference the truth you call, when your looking to invest in the forms of lucid law
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Fantasy and bad magic, run towards it you'll hear the mic drop static, the light would grab you before the buttons pushed from panic, the reality a slight of hand crude fuel that enlightens the knights that run your planet, proud to enhance the antics of some new cats that land it, yet they aint been the same since they saw my anticipation towards their habits,
7 swords, 9 cords, 11 words, and 12 scars my secret learns in the apperance of your fairest flaw in the exchange the realest part in the grasp of your wane , wine dot to dot cross the sea and just watch the harbors come to claim, i mean its like she's the dance of the dragons bite meets the howl from a wolf named bane, cigarette first smoke last smolder in the eye that looks and jams to the romance of a pirates treasure map that holds no way, legends given ask what she due to the calls of her name, the cause of it might spit fear in your closet of reminders that even though you could walk away from home theres just another one down the lane, the whispers keep most insane, the tremble of your features finger the clit of your attraction that her heart plays, the harp made the dark cave open the address her aura in a black and white outfit be the main, culprit to the ones you think take off with your phrase, only to wake up in anothers gaze, until the phantoms whistling to the reapers rage, uncaged
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Fantasy moves like remember the rain, fangs in the afternoon poetry my sunlight and pain, the land can seek what it keeps in the vein, too many looking for a jug to keep without knowing the real treasure that they claim, meaning not trying to be drained, hilariously deceptive the finds of the brain, thoughts could even be renamed, how about Dots to Dot the real reason we came, all this way to the door of the book of the legends that bore the final frame of the title to claim, tje rest hang out in the pastures made in the portraits wings spread to the flame, I could seek the game in the after remark the sound the harp will only make some wanna complain, like hows he using the daze? Study in the outlaw, the style like a moon to the funeral of the loose jaw, yet some dont live without chewing the coleslaw, bounty and few broads beautiful not only taking off a few bras, the youthful looks never leave the raw, the kindred shook by what they believe was the love to see them wash their own attempts to reason with the time evidence would release them all, the signs a dance in the hall, the mans grind takes the shine but dont remove it at all, the wind makes the frame of reference the truth you call, when your looking to invest in the forms of lucid law
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