One part of you.
Three parts of me.
Delivered.
Draw a line crossing...
Tap, tap, tap... you must 'neath and breath.
One part of you.
Three parts of me.
Forgotten.
Like a million miles fast on a cycle, a perpendicular ride.
A misanthrofied and sullied grind.
Live!, won't you live for me!
I never... ever... wanted... this...
Eat what you have sown.
...................................................................
- A perfect storm.
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