cheap suit parachute tongue
wagging its way to your strange
heart stranger you know stranger
still as rivers frozen over in winter
now like memories forgotten through
the process of living crystallize as
hearts mythologize youth as a golden
age of innocence that was as corrupt
as any before or since when was a
reason ever good enough for you
that wasn't good enough for me to
see behind the curtain and see the
magic for myself and find the oracle
of delphi divining fate to the faithful
full of hope delivered on the whispers
of ill made promises.
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