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Temporary distractions make our existence A clear breeze as sun burns the skin A toasty coffee on the lap of a lover Complaints about looks, money Just tiny distractions The world incinerates while we put out tiny fires The flame spreads as we carry the buckets We try to delay the boundless dimness While desire remains fastened to the cages of a few What do you do when you can't stop staring at the gloom Watching the city blaze along with the torso Inhaling gray flakes Dreaming of the downfall
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Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 12:56 AM UTC
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Temporary distractions make our existence A clear breeze as sun burns the skin A toasty coffee on the lap of a lover Complaints about looks, money Just tiny distractions The world incinerates while we put out tiny fires The flame spreads as we carry the buckets We try to delay the boundless dimness While desire remains fastened to the cages of a few What do you do when you can't stop staring at the gloom Watching the city blaze along with the torso Inhaling gray flakes Dreaming of the downfall
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Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 12:56 AM UTC
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