Many a shine captured in fairest of capsules.
Post mortem synthpop knocks,
A lullaby to my unconscious psyche.
Number two wanders aimlessly on the white.
Friction harmonized --
But the hero has a debt to pay.
Just grounds, battle-tainted, call for innocent blood.
I then curl into a ball of laziness,
And dream of life.
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