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November freeze Invaded the air Scratchy invisible breeze Prickles my shoulders and knees Trapping warmth everywhere The spine cracked again A straw
The morning lights Annealing eyes with cold A tempest rides Defiling skies like mould I see a dream being wide-awake This world is running mad A crazy
OF ART'' I'VE GOT A GEAR INSTEAD OF SOUL Within a bulb I have a matter that can feel The bitter truth that strikes me with dismay Mechanic system, which
A sleepy loft attired in haze Subsiding in the maze Within a weedy bog Nocturnal flies knock on a pane A scintillating stain Embossed in lardy fog Behind
I've got a gear instead of soul Within a bulb I have a matter that can feel The bitter truth that strikes me with dismay Mechanic system, which supposed