An open palm of months living in a haunted house, overlooked by an imprisoned lion, where a red couch will one day soon hold unrecorded green dreams, and then, nearer to a nattering noon, a tormented land of honey will hopefully endure. But make no mistake, lonely welt face, the evidence of the tiny torn photo showing some of your previous wounds will also survive, scheduled to soon make an appearance on a blue stage with a significant number of missing floorboards.

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