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I'm feeling metal urbain
my teeth hurt when you try and suicide
me by the seaside
there are lights and there is air
there is the wispy air of odd paint
a Norwegian gnome
the fish swim around
there is no post inspirationists
I gladly hope for nothing
you say nothingness
It doesn't help
the alphabet gets heavy
and we fall through skies of dreams
until we are whole again
matters little if we know it
the ship has sailed
the buildings might collapse
it doesn't matter what surrounds
but what falls from the sky
like confetti
it's time to take a breath