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the skyline was beautiful on fire, all twisted metal stretching upwards everything washed in a thin orange haze.
i said: "kiss me, you're beautiful these are truly the last days"
you grabbed my hand and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever
we woke up one morning and fell a little further down - for sure it's the valley of death
i open up my wallet and it's full of blood