: drowned on socks :

I've got my can of aerosol, the single thing that never fails me.
Cloud rolls in to take you all; you found a haven in my carpet, but did you think I'd let you stay forever?

And now you won't be jumping.
You've sucked your last.
And now it's over.

Sprinkled powder everywhere; the drowning number never lessened.
Every fleck became the last: another target of the foolproof. And to think you somehow stayed for this long.

And now you won't be jumping.
You've sucked your last.
And now it's over!

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