plotter of our dreams
demise of our youth
i never had the right thing
i never had the right feed

news for you artist
photos for your comfort-zone
i've tried to get out of your dreams
but this is not a goal

lines of thought missing
when were you when i needed you?
where were your smiles?
when i broked those glasses

now all i have is the pride and the glory
of a war that no one called
the parade of memories in red
the blue planes of nothingness

a gun made of empty notebooks
will burn this city with our letters
cigarettes pushed through my throat
shoes burned in the soil

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