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Falling Up
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The way she kept her hands upon the table
A physical wish telepathic aim
She weaved throughout reverberating angles
But black mascara's running all the same
The kill is near, like wind northeastern
Her countenance a copy of her father
She fixed her earrings matching to her gown
She audits all reactionary offers
A latch and key to lock emotions down
Owner of the odds watching all of us
Waiting for our love to bleed out
But born into the sweep you belong to mе
Time that I cannot slow down
Wait, nobody ever lost this way
I'vе never seen this place
Death is just the cause of all this movement
And time is but a measurement of sand
So she decides to sleep away the wound
And just removes the beach day from her plans
The kill is near like wind northeastern
Swell and bruise to lose composure
To the limit
To the limit, they pushed her
To the limit
To the limit, they pushed her
To the limit
To the limit, they pushed her
To the limit
To the limit, they pushed her
To the limit
To the limit, they pushed her
To the limit
To the limit, they pushed her