Blanket Vol.6

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Emptiness still hope to cope new alignments new seasons to not hang from a rope
Beauty within that I struggle to embrace
My mind moves faster than the New York City street pace
But I face
Demons and dragons sent from hell
Bail Bondsman for my soul asks for me to just be well
Dog snoring next to me my spirit hasn't fell
I can't wake up from this dream must be a spell
Thorough review of my heartbeat blessing this planet
Fucked up feelings possess me and I can't stand it
Love seaps through these poisoned blood vessels
One day at a time oxygen flows like water from a faucet
But not to drown but to celebrate the King and his crown

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