Habit

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You're a habit though I habitually condone you,

Like a cormorant drying underneath the sea,

Fabricate you a false sense of belonging,

Nominate you and then you’re a nominee.

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Dear decay, I’m done,

You’re gone and you’re gone,

I’m alone with no pain body in me.

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You were the first one to square root me,

It was something of a banality,

So I suppressed you a cultural who’s who,

‘Til I felt dissected and alone in the lea.

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Dear decay, I’m done,

You’re gone and you’re gone,

I’m alone with no pain body in me.

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Always endorsed a life of parallels,

Running circles in the realm of debris,

Around the same crowds I now just take the over-ground,

Like a cormorant drying underneath the sea.

Dear decay, I’m done,

You’re gone and you’re gone,

I’m alone with no pain body in me.

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Dear decay, I’m done,

You’re gone and you’re gone,

I’m alone with no pain body in me,

I’m alone with no pain body in me.