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Savor Death
Trashcans overflow with unfulfilled desire
The scent of sips drowned
How many times could I shatter
Show you every time you’d rather
Death has been grieved in advance
No sips will be cried later
You die more everyday
Decaying in new shapes
I wait for that fateful day
Slurs twist and turn
Broken words churn
Break, use, batter, savor
You’ve always been good at that
The scent of sips drowned
How many times could I shatter
Show you every time you’d rather
Death has been grieved in advance
No sips will be cried later
You die more everyday
Decaying in new shapes
I wait for that fateful day
Slurs twist and turn
Broken words churn
Break, use, batter, savor
You’ve always been good at that
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