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Bleak City
It’s strange what changes with age,
and what stays the same.
The Pain of the Past fades
to glory Streaked with Shame.
How long does it take
for life to get better?
Can a habit break?
Or are we stuck together?
Red means Stop,
But Red means Go.
See the Red Flag drop
and Push the Fucking Dope.
Round and Round the Wheel,
we’re outrunning…
I’m a Rat
in a Cage of my own design:
A Bleak City.
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