Run, run, fucker, run –
Nobody wants to go unwarned or unarmed
Inside the fire of your deepest secrets,
she’ll find you, burn you alive
As thoughts burn, the ashes scatter
Feel them sinking into dirt
Souls breathe memories out as carbon monoxide,
and as the fires eradicate,
you’ve found your place.
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The everyday life of human amphetamine and all the people addicted.
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