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My dear friend, don't seek to follow me for I'm off to the land of broken promises and pity, within its river of alcohol I wish to drown my sorrows - upon the black pearl that is Heartbreak Heaven City. It's semi-mythical river runs through a jungle of grimy brickwork and choked smog - a city that revels in its own pollution so much so, it's many people suffocate beneath it's caustic fog. And this river, of which I speak, acts as a candle for the deaf and the blind - no one would ever dare to live in this city if it weren't for its promises of prosperity pushing them from behind. Sometimes there's a brief lapse where the fog lifts, and people sip the river's waters beneath a moonlit sky, alas, they only end up gorging and passing out - intoxicated, they fall into the shadowy depths to drown and die. Oh, tonight I venture out to its miasmic bank, sadness and anger so intense, my brain it burns and chars - upon the twelfth stroke I will descend into it's surface, and my soul will rise to the everlasting stars...
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
Heart-Break Heaven
My dear friend, don't seek to follow me for I'm off to the land of broken promises and pity, within its river of alcohol I wish to drown my sorrows - upon the black pearl that is Heartbreak Heaven City. It's semi-mythical river runs through a jungle of grimy brickwork and choked smog - a city that revels in its own pollution so much so, it's many people suffocate beneath it's caustic fog. And this river, of which I speak, acts as a candle for the deaf and the blind - no one would ever dare to live in this city if it weren't for its promises of prosperity pushing them from behind. Sometimes there's a brief lapse where the fog lifts, and people sip the river's waters beneath a moonlit sky, alas, they only end up gorging and passing out - intoxicated, they fall into the shadowy depths to drown and die. Oh, tonight I venture out to its miasmic bank, sadness and anger so intense, my brain it burns and chars - upon the twelfth stroke I will descend into it's surface, and my soul will rise to the everlasting stars...
lexander-jones
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
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