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When there's no one left to alienate
and the mockingbirds are drowned.
Cursed the eunuchs claim to heavens gate
the comet burned out.
We found a new electricity
and the party fouls unwound.
In our dying sense of dignity
where there was no sound.
You speak to me in blank stares
it doesn’t feel like progress anymore.
Don’t speak to me, your mouth of sand
nothing’s changed since I left.
The memories that we create
are trivialized by time.
My body is a desert
strip-mined and fossilized.