They're so excited,
There's so much,
They're frantic.
Asleep in the bathroom,
Listen to someone talk,
Where is heaven?
I've never been pregnant,
I'm getting worried,
I'm too tired to carry you home.
You've got to pull yourself up by the curtain.
God is ripping us apart,
Flooding our minds,
Burning our connection,
Please find the eyes.
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Author:
Dent Moses (
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