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Some lights swirl around the night,
Mechanical errors bring down the cars,
Opium dreams blur reality,
A Kaddish is read at the time of my death,
Cynical men throw the first dirt on my grave,
Scenic words are said by unloved poets,
My shadow is etched into the busted television set,
As I stroll the grainy landscape that was once my life,
I see my life as a teenage wreckage that was sabotage by mechanical errors,
Conventional days swift right through me,
And those unruly rude times drift by slowly,
At the end of the road theres nothing here,
What now?
Tell me what you think.
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