hey stranger
what is it between you and me?
nothing at all
a void, a few murdered moments
the air befouled
exhaled out, sucked in
hey stranger
a few moments will you perhaps remember?
no not at all
there is nothing to treasure
in dusty glass bottles we store
spoilt pickle memories
fuming, rancid histories
hey stranger
so what is it you would want from me?
a little soul wasted
warm blood tasted
in the sinful wilderness
won't you dance free?
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