The Trophy Fire
the rent
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we live under stars and blurry stripes
in some strange discolored lights
a flask of gin at noon or the most finely furnished room
a dream, down and out of time
looks back upon its prime
lost in a lonely city street
we wish we were stronger but weâre weak
we pay the rent
even when we donât pay one cent
we pay the rent