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Neon totality forgiving spacious squares
Hidden beyond pillars of carbon titles
Crosses hanging on clouds of shoulderless giants
Tripping over tombs caught in entrail remains
Winds lapping down the lengths of shirts
Touching the faces of orphans

Weeping traced lines of tar leftovers
Caustic air tried to become flowers
Wilting into bubbling soil
Rewind to the last good thing
Seeping to a core of dreams

Have not come to a choice
Blinking green into blue
Zealous shade in gothic hearts
Cracking and dying until new