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Another down on the catherine wheel
Drawn a corner
A of resounding shrieks in my head
I court a sure, death
But no quarter
A paper soul tears the heart from the
is the morning, a tenement of lights
Lost the attic
On the floor again with a full of rain
Wander with the shadows of and smiles
in a stairwell
Fever-staggered and a mouth so dry
Three liquid words
Blind and chasing
Five of night time and a heart made of tin
Allow your sympathies the length of a
I no brother
Lash out at their smiles and walk in their eyes
As my knowledge, does the
Split my being from past
In decision, in
In the severance of old
With precision, in my
I perceive the still
Imposition, these calling
kisses, or the kill?
Together we
We stand so
Indifference, hollow
Bathes the walls of this home
So futile, all
Affectations, to roam
spinning, vile actress
Answered to the call
The price, yet again we sit
And watch our private rome
I am not
No, not at all