DERELICTS, invisible priets,
whale bones underneath my
dreams.
WINOS, muddle in soot, wake
up says the bottle, its times
to sing.
FREAKS, gnawing at the past,
scatterd confetti, finds a place
to land.
wake up,
wake up,
says the man in your head, im
just to tired to get drunk again
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