After Cities Indicate their Dead…

[vagabondsdesire]

If you could stop here and let me deliberate on this illusion in my head. Where babies turn up dead And where the lights turn to fire and vagabonds go un-hired and the days turn to weeks and the weeks turn to months and months turn to years and you only live for the cheers, the cheers you hear only in your head where the people aren’t dead and the

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[anonymous]

Never over dose:)