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Corpse to the Shrine

I shut myself off
Turning the dial
Wishing for the winter wonderland

Music kept playing
Pouring in the streets
I asked a question, playing on repeat

Feigning at worst
Dosing at finest
Which path shall I take

Life still fleeting, stuck in transition
The burglars of tomorrow are out
Sweet melodies changing

Asking opinions
Like he can still hear me
Bloody and rotten

A corpse to the shrine
Bringing back flashbacks
To a miraculous ride
Written by WanderingWillow
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