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Between Pages Of Glory - with Crimsin

Hoping to cheat my fate with a ticket to ride. But these walls
hold memories of ghosts who fell off the trolley. But now with
the hollow-sounding of an echoing clock. Touched by the breath
of cold buckshot in a glass. I feel my destination a verse away
between pages of my glory. "Here's to'd ya! before the crawdads
sing." Reap me in the twilight. Midnight's glory will be my halo
in the glowering light of redemption. I bathe. Ridiculed by
hecklers. Found whole by God.
Written by adagio
Author's Note
Thank you Crimsin for collaborating.
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