I’ve got to be a machine and keep those eyes on me.
A product, they need to touch it, they need to smell it, then they’ll want it.
One’s a start, yet three’s like bones with no skin. I need— they need nine and more.
I’ll smell like ink and gasoline when the sun sets.
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Everything secular has got a decrepit disposition;
Rapture’s just a tool to incite pious actions.
Only lines assuage this aching truth;
It’s the altering placebo that I like to abuse time, and time again.
Just imagining for once something could be eternal,
Twists a smile upon my lips.
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Rapture’s just a tool to incite pious actions.
Only lines assuage this aching truth;
It’s the altering placebo that I like to abuse time, and time again.
Just imagining for once something could be eternal,
Twists a smile upon my lips.
_______________________________
Hi, I'm Chris or Ching Yee.
Thanks for looking!
