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"1:37AM"
I feel white paper and tobacco crackle
around my lips as I sit in the stars,
watching the traffic posts change
across the water.
In the background a siren whispers.
This is the outskirts,
and the end is nigh.
I feel white paper and tobacco crackle
around my lips as I sit in the stars,
watching the traffic posts change
across the water.
In the background a siren whispers.
This is the outskirts,
and the end is nigh.