for years now, he was going around with a black raincoat and a hunger/hanger
difficult to define what exactly he was looking for
but he had no story left for himself anymore
the blue beast had devoured it already...
but he will find her who that someone else missed..
whisper at the top of the hill
'i hear that you're building your little house
deep in the desert
you're living for nothing now
i do hope that you're keeping some kind of record...
did you ever go clear?'
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