coping with composure
i can deal with the moon, it's real.it causes me my visions.
i can see you in my dreams,
oh, a full on collision.
liquorish whips and lemon drops,
the truth remains untold.
HEY!, i don't choose the way i feel.
(now a lie),
i won't lose control.
tyke
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