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Winter whispers to these blisters

That I’ve worn into my skin

Pressing pencils, move prehensile

While I’m pouring out within

Deftly prying ice from sides and

Stretching out where I begin

Removed the blinds from sides of eyes

Attack in mind the white page spin


What has this world been coming to?

Childhood soldiers with no socks or shoes

Staring down the cameras, guns pointed at you

Nobody is safe when all the faith’s in fools

Manipulate the media until the lies make truth

Make the trip go easier

Let Expedia

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