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It's too late now We fell together somewhere Upon torrid astral plains Tumbled upside down the mountain Guarded lionesses’ manes But the angles set upon us Mixed blessings in reverse Each tessellating heartache Assaulted wound, a richer verse Mixed mass-age mourned and wormed and burned Yr lesson learned, an urn unturned The ashes all a checkering of tile I guess I held on for a while I guess we held on for a while I was leau, beheld behold She was burning river sky And my vices were devices To finger figures how and why Poured a molten melon on them With cotton on the dial My blackest death mask fashion My own self-defeat a style Mixed mass-age mourned and wormed and burned Yr lesson learned, an urn unturned The ashes all a checkering of tile I guess I held on for a while I guess we held on for a while Oh, but your pity pretty heart Was pollen from the start And it blew you in two We were blue, bloomed, in tune They latched on I broke in two Into two Too in tune Entombed two Tuned into Bloomed in two Mixed mass-age mourned and wormed and burned Yr lesson learned, an urn unturned The ashes all a checkering of tile I guess I held on for a while I guess we held on for a while I guess we hold on for a while I guess I’ll hold on for a while