vibrato tickling august passageways
secret spiderwebs, connective tissue
veins sprawled across a vast metropolis
even a whisper carries
breathing colors through the trees
lapping ripples through their leaves
twitching fibers, cold electricity
fire and ice, fire and ice
streets run red with broken dreams
bleeding freely at the seams
listen for the sound of screams
it's quiet now, or so it seems.
fire and ice, fire and ice
streets run red with broken dreams
bleeding freely at the seams
listen for the sound of screams
it's quiet now, or so it seems.
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