Blowing out some air
Full of hot wind
Steam from the earlobes
Did your thinking begin?
Knowing no better
Blind in the brain
Eyes that cannot think
Doesn't that sound lame?
Feeling no remorse
Heart is like stone
Cold beyond freezing
You have icicles for bones
Grinning ear to ear
Costly happiness
Sanity was your target
You only left broken pieces
Pages have to turn
Chapters will end
When the story is finished
Karma won't be your friend
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