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moon alignment (planet cracked) Somethings in the way this days been going,
It is making my blood boil in all the wrong ways.
Winds just rustling them leaves.
All THE hair down my spine standing,
Feverishly I must be dreaming.
Couldn't get me to stand still for a honey bee,
Just all shook up.
I got no beef with you but I felt the need
To point out your some kind of disease.
I know your the kind of person I meet
When I wear my heart on my sleeve
Your always poking till it bleeds.
