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Trapped in the present
Windows look right through my soul The marching invisible drum is incessant Windows and shadows red lights It's out of control But out of mind and out of sight Despite the night, the bite, the blight Faceless hereafter in between the laughter And shooting through my veins Is dizzying dismay to fasten my chains Let it fester and bubble to the surface Let it stutter through with purpose
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