Tonight beneath the waning moon I crouch behind a glass balloon, weighing out my life.
Around the bend, but what comes then?, asks the Devil, bastard, louse. A life to spend, these things we tend, lest not neglect the line.
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Read moreTonight beneath the waning moon I crouch behind a glass balloon, weighing out my life.
Around the bend, but what comes then?, asks the Devil, bastard, louse. A life to spend, these things we tend, lest not neglect the line.
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Read moreMeet me by the side of the road.
Meet me beneath the stars.
Meet me with an open mind.
Meet me with open arms.
Hear me when I say to you.
Put aside your strife.
Look out for each other…