quickly, now

one hundred thousand spirits around me

keep them close for when friends make you ugly

taking up arms, all this phantom weaponry

when the ghosts come they live all of this for me

vicious cologne all over my clothes

ill wash them again once i get home

or maybe just burn them then say its a joke

because its not the first time ive dealt with such smoke.

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About brian black

laugh at the horror, fill the past with the future, my head lines and heart lines reach out for each other.
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