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| Mister Brightside |
Blowing out the candle and breaking it across my knee. Like Odysseus, i am making plugs from the wax, i've followed the Siren's song into the jagged rocks once too often. i will keep my cards and burn the rest, saving the sage for last to cleanse, to scour away the decade's traces. i'll scatter the ashes into the river, while it is running. |
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