Only this rabid sea we float upon for all to see the waves of people jasmine haired and strange all wave all wave goodbye

Over this fiesta storm finds the fire the tempest of flesh and real things crumble into an old cold dust

Spite make right on a suburban night and our raged fist crumble into a cold rust

So many people die out of any flowers' sight

Treasonous anger hath no reason

No tears

No eyes

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