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Is her fame baseless? The dress she wore Terrible cloth weaved from their faces Cool and collected With all of the blankets gone Fraudulent and naked Remind us of the medicine taken here In a rhythm of spaces Drinking from this voice Or peering into those eyes Kissing her lips Now tasteless Furious hair often played with Stockpiling laughter while investing in excuses The many shades of pretend nooses A plethora of faces Like a bullet running him through Fast and merciless With a love for the faithless Bring down the ship With the burning of memories and places
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 6:30 PM UTC
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Is her fame baseless? The dress she wore Terrible cloth weaved from their faces Cool and collected With all of the blankets gone Fraudulent and naked Remind us of the medicine taken here In a rhythm of spaces Drinking from this voice Or peering into those eyes Kissing her lips Now tasteless Furious hair often played with Stockpiling laughter while investing in excuses The many shades of pretend nooses A plethora of faces Like a bullet running him through Fast and merciless With a love for the faithless Bring down the ship With the burning of memories and places
The City is Fading, the Crowd is Moving On
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 6:30 PM UTC
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