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White Knight

there’s a furnace in my head
it’s melting
melting down the silver
raging like a fever

put an ice cream cone in my hand
tell me
tell me
tell me to freeze
stretch out & wait for the fall

puddling around my feet
melting silver sparkles
an explosion in an old factory
in the darkest part of the city

stretch out & wait for the crush

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