we were seeing things breaking down for once, crossing fingers until it comes full circle.
we were living in the streets then.
if only our hearts were as big as our imaginations, pulling bullets from our pockets.
this play is the justification of what we hated, now we can see our deaths or the opera.
It's 68 it's 68- the year false hope died.
it's the shadows on the wall...
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