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Bliss (Lets Free Ourselves)
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Her (Hope And End) A french maisonette
Lives liking windows
And window-linin
With pressed destruction
The beat throbs on
In her soul of contempt
Seeping victory
Of what she sacrificed
"I am the ruler of my world"
She thinks
"With courage and conviction"
She muses
She hates the emptiness
And fights on and on
But her life bats her down
And down and down
She is low no more
She is so down
Beyond the words and thoughts
And cuts the veil in her mind
And throbbing shocks
Help her regain consciencness
Looking above her fallen self
And clings onto the window-ledge
She pressed the ledge
Between her toes
And stretches out her arms
With eagle abandon
The wind soars and sails
Across her waist
The tragedy cut waistline
Sings a wailing whistle
And she takes the white cell
Between first and forefinger
On her tongue the drug sits
She jumps...
