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Weird and black against the wind

So florescent beyond the light


You condemn flying shivas behind the sea
Repent! The bastard must continue
Quite desirous on the slime
I confound glowing cats over the gods
Ahhh! The pleasure is dying
Weird and black against the wind
I shove electric thoughts over the dream
Alack! The stink is going
shifting silent
turning away
an empty address book
At how many harbours
the face in your mirror
go without luggage
unable to stop

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