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We're still laughing over lore.

Still talking about a stream of smoke in the head of a shelter tank, swimmingly bored.

Swimming in monotony. Swimming in ponds where our knees scrape the bottom.

And still, we swallow the surface.

We brought our boredom to the lights.

Spoiled the city

Blind to the ocean

Deaf to the heavens.

Carving a shut in symphony with memory's masturbation

I've talked it out

Doomed to be a spoiled child

A pupil in the eyes of forever

I knit the fire

I stared into the mirror

A prisoner to the past

A ghost to the present

Put down your glass

Don't raise a toast to your slaving bloodline now

Come to life

Walk the roads to Judah tonight