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A New Paradise

Drag me headfirst facing the red lights, Throw stones that turn to gold dust, Cruise through a pile of crumbling structures. The buildings of the past. Critics drawing out rapier blades, Their swords casted in flames, On wheels we swerve the pathway, Just three junctions away. A pocket full of sad villains, A swig of wine to another high, Standing tall on this grey horizon, Searching for a new paradise.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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