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chandeliers hung by dead feathers cannon balls of years when time hated fairly left over promises i'm not friends with getting lept out hanging death to find a friend running away marrying the wash out battling for empty filling up the old crimes inside my healing head to destroy their evidence useless when its good too ugly for views prisons too important for me, the left overs i was the addiction now another contraception hailing ghosts tangled in timecards under hung and still voting to take my spots