Today sitting in the endless stairs of fate
trying to find some way
trying to take some respite here
rarefied wind from the east off my cigarette
the complex is not as simple as
strange being a kid and your sitting
at the foot of uneasy calm
filling
life with your eyes of blue paint this red sun.
Drag Me to the Cave of Doom
where you do not need the heart, where no matter
have the right ...
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