she thinks he's out of touch.

[lbc]

Another tragic poet dances in triumph. for these are our days. she said the moon only rises with the tide. she never could appreciate the silence, we all throw the coins with a wish, life's issues are not overcome by drowning quarters. Lost forever somewhere in our embrace stands a memory. analytical to my death i will see through your masked

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[arize]

scapegoat - sluggo and spawn