lijincheng
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For I am alive
For those threadbare mittens lay quaint
faint as they are
dim in bareness
Where shadows tread
dipped in deep black
shall the glove shed?
shall the glove shed?
yes the mittens feed
sans pain sans impedence
amenable as dead rats
for all of them to tap
Mohogany, it can't see the crimson
in harmony they do
burn that papaya whip
No tinkering
just hidden, just winning
fourflush a million
yet each time
drinking a cocktail of bear bile
Remember the skin?
Left under their nails
Heard water draining down their countenance
Let the papaya whip cumulate
the wordless beats
that hit wall after walls in an erratic frenzy
like the words a creature enounces
as they stand before the knife on another farm
Let these moments be soaked up
by the remarkable papaya whip
before they attack
with blistering vengeance
to bleach the papaya whip maroon
no less tainted than they are
Only darker
And darker
when each replay
blends a fresh crimson to the blackening fall
For I am alive
For I knew the flavour
of an ancient tomb of a heiress
Here, only clouds more maladorous
only precipitates of sprinkling eyes
flashes of rips and tears
Let the papaya whip be dissolved traceless
like ice in water
Where were all the fiery ears?
when the chords struck at 12 my dear?
For I am alive
For those threadbare mittens lay quaint
faint as they are
dim in bareness
Where shadows tread
dipped in deep black
shall the glove shed?
shall the glove shed?
yes the mittens feed
sans pain sans impedence
amenable as dead rats
for all of them to tap
Mohogany, it can't see the crimson
in harmony they do
burn that papaya whip
No tinkering
just hidden, just winning
fourflush a million
yet each time
drinking a cocktail of bear bile
Remember the skin?
Left under their nails
Heard water draining down their countenance
Let the papaya whip cumulate
the wordless beats
that hit wall after walls in an erratic frenzy
like the words a creature enounces
as they stand before the knife on another farm
Let these moments be soaked up
by the remarkable papaya whip
before they attack
with blistering vengeance
to bleach the papaya whip maroon
no less tainted than they are
Only darker
And darker
when each replay
blends a fresh crimson to the blackening fall
For I am alive
For I knew the flavour
of an ancient tomb of a heiress
Here, only clouds more maladorous
only precipitates of sprinkling eyes
flashes of rips and tears
Let the papaya whip be dissolved traceless
like ice in water
Where were all the fiery ears?
when the chords struck at 12 my dear?