Ghastly City Sleep
Ghastly City Sleep
Suchness
We're claustrophobic,
Crushed up,
Stifled,
Closed in.
Can't we keep the knife from cuttin' too deep!
We're struggling
And stammering for things to make sense.
Those things,
Those things don't make no sense.
Don't make no sense.
Always
And always
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