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Flickering all night,
The broken neon bulb,
Transcends the sultry night.
Whilst I sit there and contemplate, "what is right?"
In my dreams of madness, I mix sarcasm with spite.
Flickering all night,
The broken neon bulb,
Transcends the sultry night.
Whilst I sit there and contemplate, "what is right?"
In my dreams of madness, I mix sarcasm with spite.
Published 18th Nov 2009
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