We spent a week in Hueco...
moments that challenged perfection.
Amerced within a burnt dissolution...
we triangulated the naturalistic athleticism.
And as much as we try to aggressively avoid change...
we understand with certainty it's eventuality.
Thinking back over those raging years...
my blood that’s boiled desert calm.
Wondering aloud, a new philosophical awakening...
an abstract distinction.
Domestic artillery... walled tears from Juarez...
A lost artist in jail.
moments that challenged perfection.
Amerced within a burnt dissolution...
we triangulated the naturalistic athleticism.
And as much as we try to aggressively avoid change...
we understand with certainty it's eventuality.
Thinking back over those raging years...
my blood that’s boiled desert calm.
Wondering aloud, a new philosophical awakening...
an abstract distinction.
Domestic artillery... walled tears from Juarez...
A lost artist in jail.
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