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Do Not Resuscitate
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Dreams
Dreams -
I've tasted it, bitter and sweet. Like being swept, from your feet, than being dropped, over an exposed knee. There is a heaven, oh honey, there is a hell. it's no secrete, memories to hard to tell. But when you come home, I know I am getting well. I know the feast, that calms the tide. I know the beast, of being choked for the ride. But when you come home, I know I am getting well. You've opened my tomb, cracking this outer shell. If you stick by my side, heaven and in hell, I swear we will both be well. Come home.
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