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oh, how the beauty became a numbing device strings of pearls shining like dying teeth, polluting bath water with roses too fresh to smell this heart willn’t be satisfied

conspiring a revolution, dancing along the bricks at our feet singing ‘we won’t return, we won’t return’ doesn’t that sound so sweet

makeshift homes, illuminated by the fire have you ever seen anything so natural as my landlocked eyes grow tired

a colony of revolutionists warriors of forgotten youth

Revolution of the Forgotten Youth  

Revolution of the Forgotten Youth