A string of minor achievements
Nothing matters
Belaboring malevolent controversy
Creating circumstantial devastation
Cold love, on a rock
Why's it better?
Is it?
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Cold steel, in the rain, the gates can't close
Open to a beautiful mouth and stay
Don't leave, this is best
It's not better
Radiating melancholy from beneath your breast
Whoever said sorrow would be sweet
To belong everywhere and nowhere
To feel needed and not wanted
It's fine
I sought the sun where there was none and so on
But that wasn't meant for me, was it
- P
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