there's nowhere to go but
...crazy.
from here.
And it's much too late
to apologize

the shadows
that stretched ahead of us
fade
as we near another streetlight

-hallucinations-
...of the...
*tinker*toy*type*

and they all sort of
sticktoyourtongue

damn these
velvetries
like curtains
not of iron but of dream


its no surprise

now close your eyes



(I have love for you to drink)

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