Lletres: AFI. Clove Smoke Catharsis.

Lean against the night and laugh
as I try to scale the walls.
Ingnored futility fills the air.
You're only there to watch me fall, watch me fall watch me...

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If only pure sweetness was offered,
why's this bitter taste left in my mouth?
If I could catch my breath just to exhale,
I'd know that I held it in to long...

From above comes a faint smile,
a new vantage such a view.
Familiarity now disowned.
Just sit and stare as I walk away, walk away, walk away..

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