Literature
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wake, and fall away
stand and drip; wash the night
feeling drained
this time, I could stay
huddled tight in a ball of life
we escape
oblivion
sweet madness, I've tried
not castoffs, we're just outside it all
and here again,
with the light beneath the covers
I am finding nothing means much more to me
take, and believe
satisfied, forget the heat
and sleep
tonight, who are we
who's to blame, to finger
who's to see
this oblivion
sweet madness, I've cried
not alone, we're just outside it all
and here with me
is the life that I've discovered
and I'm finding nothing means much more to me
and the day, like it matters, is drift