Across my eyes flies a V of Vs, In my nose, decomposing leaves. Through my jacket I feel the breeze; The DJ said sixty-four degrees. Today the day equals the night; I see the calendar was right.
Through my jacket I feel the breeze; The DJ said sixty-four degrees.
Today the day equals the night; I see the calendar was right.
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