never been so strung out
On another's drunkenness
Burning wet fuse
Splayed onto a floor
Positively wretching itself
In own refuse
Own slob
What do you want to be said
You who roam the moonlit channels
And climb the sparrow-light panels
Of the castles in the sky
You who know the words better than I
Your laugh could make the stars shudder
never looked up so wide
Echoes passing on
As far as they are long
Sonrises collapse and collage
The darkest blue glows of midnight
Maybe the show can be worth it
For now
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