Seconds away from disaster
The room is filled with laughter
The wine is poured faster
We lie to ourselves
We should swim in bleach
On a bleached beach
Playing with a bleached ball
Bleach the trees
Bleach the flowers
Bleach the fall
Even if we bleach our skin
The darkness still sets in
Television's assaulting images of necrosis
Purchase things you need as much as leprosy
It’s hard to find sincerity
Under the black flag of pseudo democracy
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