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Here in the sand
In my dreams of Bohemia. I wish the sand wasn't quick. And my actions weren't so slow. I need to screech like lightning. Rip your heart into crimson rain. And laugh in your blood. It's been a year, and you still drown me. You sneered away my carefree spirit. Too many reminders... I growled in your brown eyes today. 'Talk. Come on let's talk, boy.' And when you tried to pass, I blocked. When I punched, your cap fell off. Like a champion, I just walked away.... Asylum smiled on my face... No more candles in my shadows. A lingering electric zang. From a guitar that strums my pain. And picks my pleasures from this forever falling rain.
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