Shockproof reality: sun setting in the south,
tonight will be the beaconing of the sweet smell scenting and descending,
murmuring hurriedly - cumbersome headache.
Hush! They don't know it yet, there is no dead man ascending into crescendo
till it screeches - leeches inside your ears.
Behind the door it lays, says:
Seduce the night into me - haze.
Oh No! DO NOT DO IT.
Seduce the night into me - haze.
Oh No! DO NOT DO IT.
I THOUGHT YOU WERE JUST A KID.
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