Into a roundabout of work, I have rushed,I have followed the high-heels and shoe liftsSwirling in the distance,I’ve ridden bright-colored plastic horsesAnd got carried away.
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Song From the Burn-Out Gulf (A Psalm For Modern Times)
I have exhausted myselfThere is no place left for me to tap into.Things to do have taken hold on meFrom dawn until dusk, mainly from
Notes & Silence 