If anyone else is doing vox we can switch off verses or something. That'd be cool.
There are visions but she is not one.
To an outlined carbon block I'm setting my sight from
Ether to fog and fog into dust.
And we are ghosts, good god we are ghosts.
Empty piano keys and chords for tunes of transistor bulbs
That burn out, and flicker without light.
Add to it.
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