Devalued and strange came the question
“And what is the use?”
Does not deserve to write there
A familiar voice, anointed lust
Years gone too quickly only to ignorance
(certainly not to innocence)

But oh, how far the mighty fall
And so hard — like iron blocks (not hollow)
It’s neither wrong nor right to assuage guilt
Shannon (not Channon!), good evening, show me your love
I would do the same and it’s merely six and quarter
Six and a quarter inches and with your hand around it (o hohoho)
Ne(i)ther wrung, Nora write off passage
When you show me your love, before you’re dead and gone
“I love it, I love you”
Infinite is the night, secrets and long drives
Away from this place, away from full disclosure
Goodbye, you will not bring me with you this time
But untie me; let me down
Then show me how you break
Whatever you want to change, just show me
Love, come back, and get it wrighte down every letter

the River agrees.
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Head Automatica : Please Please Please (Young Hollywood)
Dream Theater : Scarred
Transatlantic : Stranger in Your Soul
the Black Vomits : Screaming Popes