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"practice what you preach"

private parts ooze with blood

from the fingers that we touch

hypocrite

i'm no better than you, love

sad because the world burns

holding onto you

but i burn too

open up your airwaves

break the bleeding ground

oxygen polluting lungs

lost in seas of sand

heaven

heavy laden hunger, hungry hands

push to the ground

hope to hold

sand