'drama; thou art delicious torment, thou art me'
still,
it's taken fever, gibberish fever
to believe all or nothin
little misery behind me
little misery beside me
you stay, safely locked in darker corners
of my disgusting manners
when it comes to it
kill or revive?
Revive the killer?
with a dying memory
I harvest black snow
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