I fell down.
The well was black.
A colour in the old days...
Did you still turn lights
Off and on, on and off?
Relationship counselling
Me to just give up-
Looking for meaning.
Like everything, is gone.
Even in Paris.
They drink beer, they eat bread...
They tear the town up
And the
Tower down.
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