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Look im writing about love oh my oh my look at the doves small minds stuck on attraction every moment of theirs a distraction a world more vast hides behind and they are here wasting their minds tap your skull, it makes a hallow sound drag you around the the gallows now if we could get rid of it you would probably claim it was the core of your wit empty empty the banshees dont screech in your ear useless and forgotten year after year hear that? nothing no internal monologue a wasteland desert mind over fried pork rind unclean forever unclean you are