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I saw a hologram at the park She looked as real as me through the fog she melted down to her ankles Turned into a million candle If I knew she went, I would follow
Walking through the of tomorrow trinkets, plastic Apollos In the sunshine, try to act My veins are full of flat on the bench, by the roller coaster
Dreamt I was riding on a of Judah painted on the side
I'm doing fine, I'm back in the a wash, a pastoral school play China shops and cold ivory I and I make to the Caesars down the dregs of Decembers
Madeline, she spins in a slow All through the house, the strong smell of sage Let's make it and run out the spirits I know a diving when I hear it going down, now, under the surface
Light to dark, can shift in an Feeling close but keeping my On all fours, just so insistent Fills my mouth with ropes and slit wrists Bust through the into heaven
And then I'm standing in blinding light crosses falling from the sky
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