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Field of Violets
Rust collects on picture frames
The air is cold, the concrete grey
Lungs of nicotine and salt
All purified through vodka frost
The broken basin where I bathe
Has cursed the ground where I was made
There's sightless signs of tears and smoke
And traitors who forgot to choke
I can't let go if I can't win
My time is done with each new sin
In my dreams, there's only torture
Tearing down abandoned sculptures
Lost beyond our minds again
Just pass the weed and let me in
© DDLX
The air is cold, the concrete grey
Lungs of nicotine and salt
All purified through vodka frost
The broken basin where I bathe
Has cursed the ground where I was made
There's sightless signs of tears and smoke
And traitors who forgot to choke
I can't let go if I can't win
My time is done with each new sin
In my dreams, there's only torture
Tearing down abandoned sculptures
Lost beyond our minds again
Just pass the weed and let me in
© DDLX
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