i got home late.
pretty late.
i did something bad.
it felt great.
and i know now that the memory's cruel.
permeate into skin,
innate dream.
soul-sucker demons watch you
through the neon beam.
smoke curves at the ceiling.
whatever you're seeing,
it's true.
love is a random feeling.
noone's got a clue
the memory s cruel
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