We Are Creeps
soon we will see what we hope to be
in the blast of sobriety
lonely is the shadow of what we breed
the movement of an anesthetic
moving to the stream of the blood we bread
a dream a sorrow a hope
a disgrace with no rope
move through the breeze
wait
breathe
move to the sorrow
of what we live
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