A new version of cynical peace sustains the love I have for this place.
I've seen this once before.
This old road that connects at my feet, wraps around my veins.
What a vivid dream this is, to find myself lost again.
Out of breath and the closest thing to death.
All around are vultures in misshaped colors.
Just close your eyes and dream a reality.
Find a piece of history and burn it, where the bones lay.
Hell overflows as creation grows, but love is the undertow we will always surrender too.
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