clean up in aisle 23:

like a walk in the park but a birth at a cemetery
or water to a fight with an armed mercenary
He was halfway but (I met him halfway and) set fire to his connecting ferry

bought bleach for the sheets
it’s a dash for them and a glass for me
at least I’ll be clean at my death scene

the flick of your lashes are a whip, and how it thrashes
my back to blood and food to rations
well what’s a little pain, for the passion?

I’m working through your orderless top ten tips
a hair pull, hand to your lips
as the dirt is falling by the hourglass' hip
seems a spill, careful not to slip

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