Somewhere on the edge of humanity
I play Russian roulette with blanks and a bullet,
We war like pirates and our melody revolves like swinging piñatas
As nostalgia plays hopscotch on our backs.
We use to play god,
Jumping freight trains and meandering in oblivion
Feeling for carpet fuzz and tasting wax lips.
A curios existence in a shifting
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