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[cooptastic]

...And we had a requiem for the boy who'd never cried. We wore black and mourned for the soul who'd never flied. A line of men in suits and ties. Carried a womb of fears and lies.

...And we sighed and talked of regrets in a dark smoky bar. While the ice in my drink disappeared. And along came the clouds that I'd feared.

...And in the pool of water

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[mr_sifter]

woah