When there are no more

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This will always be an end to target

On horse, they will come for you

No one turns the night away from you; we are of the night inside ourselves

It dies at dawn, a part of you and me in the day at night

Wheeled gears with cogs on shafts, their levers leave us less, the will of the machine is obvious except to the machine itself

We are of the machine now for our livelyhood

It has no will, it machines. What else could a machine do?

No matter of the will inside us, machines a fount for the self to settle our need for time to savor the aristocracy of the American Dream

I lost my virginity to a bourgeoise

She was a dancer and the only daughter of the family who fed me

She danced on my heart until I found out what a real heart meant

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