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Save the last dance for the darkness before the flicker at the end of the tunnel.

What was it that we wanted?

You -

to collect my soul

and turn it into a piece of jigsaw windtunnel;

And I -

To free yours,

to place a hole inside a whole.

It’s murder

and we’re both mercenaries of wishful thinking,

So I bid you goodbye.

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