I've got this feeling like I want to dance in falling ash. I want to revel in the rotting softness of it against my skin, in the morbid beauty of death. I want to lie down and make an angel in the remains of a once great city. I want to be alone in the ruins. I want to run through abandoned streets I own because no one else with have them. I want a broken place to hang my head and hide a smile because I know, eventually, the whole world will come to this.
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