Often I will go back to that place when left to my own devices.
There is something innocent, yet deceptively terrible about that place.
That place, what a place indeed.
Why should I go back to a place where a deaf mute lies?
Nothing can be done for that.
Just turn yourself around and dance away into the green petals,
the red dress, the dead lips, with black kiss,
But within a momentary break in the story.
The story keeps going until you end it.
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