played

It is wrong that the most probable place
To meet a ghost downtown is a public restroom
Monuments to the chaos of my friends
Among black ants and backwater herons
Forgotten by all sentient beings bring the light
To the people who hate it the fire to the sunburned
Dead ends shine like the underwear
Unsold for centuries and cracked flutes that has
Never been played

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