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These burnt, reeling skies won't smile on us today.
They've chosen to abandon all they can offer... For something lacking colour and texture, Deprived of the stimulus and the sear, That has all the warmth to thaw, Something that I feel lacking. Something inside, that... Seeps away, slowly. Right now, when Only synths... Are friends, Do I want, Crave To be Away.
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"When the time comes, just walk away and don't make any fuss." |
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