THIS

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is beyond good



statues made of matchsticks
crumble into one another
my love winks, she does not bother
she knows too much to argue or to judge

 Statues made of matchsticks, crumble into one another. Statues made of fucking matchsticks crumble into one another. Our realities rise like towers, melt like wax, and our love watches on, a face turning only with the crawl of a knowing smile.

What a song.

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