A candle a blanket
A new way to make an old dish a favorite
A meal fit for his kingdom
My hunger is fiending so loudly
My demons are begging for seconds
I tend to overfeed them
They probably don't even want
What I've been looking for anyways
Another round of back and forth
A tablespoon of salt anyways
A landslide a close race
A new way to save face, a miscalculation
Informal resignation
Opinions on linens
Nomadic depictions, the candle still flickers
The hand still feeds us poison
I better not regret the times
I've brought you back to life anyways
The problem we're addressing here
Is a lack of moral judgment anyways
I thought that we could talk it out
I thought that we could talk
Yeah I thought that we could talk it out
Thought that we could talk about anything else
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