Howling, Ry X, Frank Wiedemann - Short Line

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Rushing water
Line keeps corners
Turn cheeks, it shatters
On the short line
Hold on willing
Undress your heart strings
Follow, you thick fame boy
On the short line
Let’s run to shelter
From violence, false heavens
Hold our tongues and fill our lungs
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