speaking dreams
under fire
crimson ribbons
in the wind
hidden away
bitter bullets fly
broad daylight
dreamscape
thoughts reborn
strange and numb
splintered across
backward glance
insanity among
transparent knives
humming bullshit
a sinister flock
turn aside
blur the edges
birth will cum again
in the arms
of a stranger
trying to remember
names
long
forgotten
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