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From one perfect lick to a bitter-sweet taste, my you're so beautiful dressed in Irony.
But we have somewhere, unlike nowhere,
that breeds fantasy and thrives on impurity.
Where did we lose ourselves?
When we swallowed our pride,
for it was elegantly sufficient
don't you think?
And so we defy,
and keep on defying,
anything but the impulse right?
And so we lie, lucid and thirsty, savouring the salt in our very own blood.
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