So am I, with the bleak view
the night shook even through my bones
behind the smoke plume could see nothing that should
fog with the blood-red sun
nothing about the future
say it was actually his veil
so transparent and I danced as if I was on drugs
throw chairs at the bar in the familiar
should this be the end?
no no no
only a oreolein
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