RUF Miss A Laying by the hot spring, a fluid of happiness in the gambling cold haze, All wobbly and bubbly, everything asked for done, everything achieved, Toes in, rather wanna drown, lord this pinching pain, Not being able to kill the gaze, love and precise, not in the moment. Cradled by the robe, it's only one thing, you and I, To see everything do yourself, than being welcomed crippling, Might as well wear the chippings spun with soft layers of forest bark, Hood around and find you, but self chaining is learned poor, To be mirrored, to be looked upon like sugar syntactic, Cherished like an ant, sorting valuables for the winter. It's all just RUF, Real ugly feeling, A piece of you stays in me, one lives one dies, Even allergies give better signs, unlike rectify and redefine, Another moment I'll be over it, but right now it burns grasping, Only to request back a warm sympathise. Electrocution, I know it, very well, at every nerve ending like a pin prick, Like a portal to...
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