Fire So many people are living dead. I could stamp an epitaph on every head. Stop the attitude. I’m tearing with malaise. Give me oxygen, baby. I show you a blaze. I know the perfect fuel. It’s called desire. I’m a walking spark. Let’s make fire. All the zombie houses. All the zombie streets. Ever town is entropy. that everywhere repeats. I can’t…
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