The string quartet playing your song
Sing for her
Sing for me
Caught in our clear brainfog
Love dump
Dove lump
Some feel the effect of your opium confessions
Welcoming
Circling closer
Travelling prelude of mad museums
Housing us
Arousing us
Steamlines of psycho aerials
Caught in one
Spoke in puns
Uniting the broken dishes
Return to flesh
Return of guests
Brain removal device
It must be nice
To feel nothing
When death replaces life.
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