surface chips
the stone blend
the stone blend
the years pitch
brush them off flaky
skims of rooms
shakedown the build
when the gauge is wobbly
security is the deal
blow it away
before it blows you
hold hands to the wall
lick up predicted smoke
seasons never forget
the change
expect the warm rough
pink in today's skin
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