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Buried lights in winter
Rusting souls and slot machines;
supermarkets full of neon.
I see them enslaved and chained;
empty eyes through a mirror.
They sit there in Purgatory;
begging for absolution.
supermarkets full of neon.
I see them enslaved and chained;
empty eyes through a mirror.
They sit there in Purgatory;
begging for absolution.
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