I put on my bathing suit

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you're not a helicopter,

Judging not
Crossing the line,
Having regrets on trespassing. No murder can live through this numbness.

Having awakening and saluting
Onto a bed of salt they melt and integrate,
And tenderness is a safe place to be
if you don’t want to dig any longer. I say

jump off clocks, jump on them,
flickering time is the place to be
Guardian balance, tells to my bone: “I got the pocket place here to save you”
Meet me in the courtyard, you can bring your star,
Bring me lots of buckets to place those flaming lips.