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Static
There is never enough silence
To swallow these thoughts
In that void at the end of the ride.
Left alone
With crashing waves;
Theta nights
In summer daze
The blunt bitterness
Of stone cold
Wakeful dreams
Chill me to the...
Whatever's left
Of oblivion's
Siren song.
To swallow these thoughts
In that void at the end of the ride.
Left alone
With crashing waves;
Theta nights
In summer daze
The blunt bitterness
Of stone cold
Wakeful dreams
Chill me to the...
Whatever's left
Of oblivion's
Siren song.
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