DayWalkers
up and down on the roads searching for what no one knows. inexplicable unescapable inevitable departure of this conscious reality. agones echoing to Infinity replaying in our minds driving us insane. so mundane is the pain we are all witnessing drying up tears which fell like rain. under the excruciating pressures of society diamonds pour out as we urinate.Blood thirsty and filled with greed no need to point out what's before us that which does not breathe.
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