The B by gyrofield

Cold music for cold people for the return of warmth & light.

city cold every stone sinks,
flashlight blink and you miss a goner.
all night and dark corridors
demand the fright be cornered.
for empty homes to let,
a success that tastes like thermidor.
life of debt post-haste but time is cheap,
like old bottles float upon an open sea.

yup

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