There are lights on the floor.
They are blinding us.
We can't smell the fear.
The dark can't scare us.
High we can do it better.
High lights, vultures, crambling.
I can see the danse of the stars.
I can stay high.
Burning heat, dont get up.
Burning cold, cover me.
Echoes of people reflex walking, running, jumping.
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