Swinging vines sing like switchblades
Cut clouds leaking light casually
Festivity floods the fallen flock
Breathless in boisterous bombardment
Instinctively immortal in united euphoria
Love the lasting lips whispering "win!"
Hate the hurtful harlots who harm
Life lives for liberated lovers
So stitch shut the suckers shouting stipulations
Dullards don't dream. too damn dead to try
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