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Human Restoration
Your deft hands endearing are not required
There is only so many ways to say
Simply, you are a tool to file my blade
Trust me I know it sounds a little cold
These pieces to a preserved image that
Flake, soaring off raven what was once tact
What is the cure to human suffering?
I spend so much time on my own techniques
Truthfully, I find myself lost with ease
Your deft hands endearing are not required
There is only so many ways to say:
You are the canvas on which my colors will fade.
There is only so many ways to say
Simply, you are a tool to file my blade
Trust me I know it sounds a little cold
These pieces to a preserved image that
Flake, soaring off raven what was once tact
What is the cure to human suffering?
I spend so much time on my own techniques
Truthfully, I find myself lost with ease
Your deft hands endearing are not required
There is only so many ways to say:
You are the canvas on which my colors will fade.
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