carved
dissected
from the filth of the grimy streets
ancient
and secluded
the
music fucks you with
professional
gyrations
computer
generated prostitution
electron
facials
concealed
in the soft cool shade
asylums,
institutions,
run,
run,
escape
from the blistering heat
We
cannot live forever
when
all visions are transposed
and
all life is exposed
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