Destinations withering, desperate in blue light.
Stranger, fill this hole in me, under beaten sky.
Not unlike you, I am afraid.
Destinations withering, face separates from eyes. I would like to serve myself but if you're pretty tie me up. Strangers wear the cachet shell, shines but it was weakly won.
Not unlike you, I am worth more. Tokens are in place of feelings. A flock that feels of no importance in a web that's permanent and wide and I am at the center. But still I cannot strive to feel. Not unlike you I do not feel.
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