I watch the work of my kin bold and boyful
Toying somewhere between love and abuse
Calling to join them the wretched and joyful
Shaking the wings of their terrible youths
Freshly dissolved in some frozen devotion
No more alone or myself could I be
Looks like a strain to the arms it were open
No shortage of sordid, no protest from me
With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean
wings
wander
toying
tongue
tires
their
terrible
sweetened
swear
straw
fields
feeder
shortage
dissolved
confusion
abuse
devotion
calling
wonder
better
survived
alive
joyful
breath
concrete
between
angel
defeat
strain
death
myself
feeling
flesh
sordid
wretched
boyful
codeine
fresh
watch
freshly
frozen
could
looks
somewhere
heart
blonde
having
bloody
hooked
scene
lease
youths
human
judgement
jarring
mouth
alone
protest
reasons
sweet
shaking
small
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