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Here I am, love,
At the train station
Where thoughts travel
Over cross roads
In the city of ideas
The possession in my mind
Is my lost luggage
Found from my servitude

The causes of
Independent suffering
The causes of
Human extinction
Can be traced to
The Devil's bank

I walk alone
On this day of seven
Down the street
Where I was raised
Watching the lifeless
Blindly pocket green
As those sleeping in alleys
Begin to scream

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