Purple Death

We always sterilize glass with fire before going mouth to mouth,
and it’s customary to pack and load… Local heroes bowing out,
drop your microphone on stage and float away like the first choice,
not your best choice, but the way waves ebb and flow, ebb and flow…

It comes around in cycles,

you’ve been waning and fading

and the purple smoke has fallen.

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