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Dazzled lamplight lends me a pulse,

some mercies go cheap.

Here under the deathtolls I remember you.

My faded brilliance my dying glow my dead headlights:

This lime green glint of my ghost.

I long for the lost pieces of my hours,

but they're everywhere bleeding on the highways,

their eyes gleaming as they die and fade.

Illuminati jewels on the cinders;

I see now how the lamplight dazzled me.

I'm awake and the dream without end,

ends.