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inhaling smoke from pipe dreams searching for your figure through masses of passing people. train tracks screeching, sparking flames, resembling the dying embers inside of my hollow atriums.
be it in the broad daylight. my mind is set after eleven thirty pm. pitch black, without purpose or meaning.
give me a one way ticket to my unhappy land, where i have yet to see you.
