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It is all ash
and dry leaves
and grief gone.
We are the hunted.
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manufactured
in heaven
to create
your own hell

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I entered the world
once more,
drove down the hill,
past the houses,
full and empty
of people.
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We sat there
smoking cigarettes
at 5 in the morning.
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Tape

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Always on fire.
Always on fire.
Always on fire.
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When you are
standing still
and things
are really slow
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