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Breath of Poison

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We hear the waves
Across these broken states
And we take a breath of poison
Then all is well
And we might sell
A bit to get some more.

We hear the sound, of the world around
As it clinks and clatters
We take a breath and we realize
That nothing ever matters.

The ghouls and ghosts
Who are our hosts
Make us take a breath of poison
Then all is quick and the children sit
And play out in the garden.

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