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Thirty years since the end of the world
He Would Close His Eyes, and the World Would Burn.
I will wait for you in the ruins of the food court near what was once the Cinnabon
Time has inertia we couldn't observe
What you call truth is a blur. What you call knowledge is a rusty memory. What you call trust is a hope, a loyalty which has gone untested.
One last time, to dance me out of your heart
Moscow 2042
There are some things money can't buy, for everything else there's Mastercard
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