I can't remember what I lost
So I can't reclaim what I must
She can see me for who she sees
But all I see are empty trees
So I sit here
Chiseling mirrors
Making mirrors
All more broken.
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Where scoundrels, thieves, dice players, witches, and monster-hunters go to have a drink.
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- Laundry room and neongirl. Food poet and lonester. Would make sense.
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