From 'Glasshouse 2', out now: [ Ссылка ]

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Stood on a bench in a red room,
fill it with ash, make it less you.
Wallowing in all this ‘love’,
a masterpiece, the effort that I went to
to keep it all intact in the reboot,

and I couldn’t be lower,
trying to kill time before I get to keel over,
way to know right from wrong!
I guess you were closer,
the time to make time had gone, I know.

A pat on the head like a nephew,
still, I’ll endeavour to forget you.
Christ, a fucking megaton
of guilt in all the letters that you left too,
I couldn’t have slept any night through.

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