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there is a shadow of beauty
the real thing is cloaked in flames
we are beasts and pleasure like beasts
and die like beasts in the flame
our crying will lead to laughter
she keeps dead canaries in their cage
when you drink you are no longer a pro
a butterfly brushed your sight
you are no longer no. 1
you caught a bullet in your belt buckle
his sports coat caught flame as he ran for the ocean
to understand fear he sees it in a mirror
fabric hangs everywhere making a couture's closet
then you'll know the naked and the dead
not merely a celluloid dream
but a roll of the dice
the dice cup in every mind
gone sublime
a castle of chain link
and disappearing shadows