Heuro 

Light pours in through this four cornered smile

As the world shoots dope just to dilate her pupils

Like a freak with a glass wall everywhere he wanders

Off the edge. Every letter’s got a story.

 


But the wind still sucks all the water from the land

And the sea beats her blood onto the shore

With her own hands

Day meets dumb, every night has its hero

Don’t know what the hell you need a hero for.

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