Down the lane, I breathe out loud in half frozen air. And the black amnesia's in heaven are lighting a half moon on the stairs. And I bite my lip when I breath out loud. Wrapped in Japaneses paper all the way around. California can't see the sun rise, because smoke doesn't climb like it lingers. Runs long on a broken lung.
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