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the beginning was lost
so the ending will become the beginning
the passion for breathing blends with tower tongues
tattered candy wrappers next to the curb are all too common
in an upside down kind of exploded, nuked world
bloody lips licking global death fat chemicalized globules
half broken slow ticking clocks never keep time
grimy bright banner colors force your gaze downward
to the broken pavement where half eaten
lollipops lay with dirty needles and human waste
continual static implodes minds
some quavering voice bellows something that sounds like
what is environment
we’re not allowed to answer
the beginning was lost
so the ending will become the beginning