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Never Sing Again.
Trap Doors.
The base on which
I'd grounded these thoughts
Was a hole in the floor
That I had not sought.
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Drown.
Full Collapse.
Disappear.
Autumn Leaves.
Exhausted.
Trap Doors.
Rot.
War.
Tasting Iron.
Your walls.
Drought.
Drift, Sink, Die.
Tonight Tonight.
Illusions.
Vanity.
Father Time.
Your melody is my company.
What it’s like to be dead.
Character Flaws.
You always were a wishful thinker.
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