regression
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A cultural prime in the dark ages of mentality
Arose the ridged slums of arrogance sparking general vitality
Within each artery clogged any reasoning and peace
Seasoning open wounds with salt and deceiving to say the least
Maybe you haven't come to realize that I am worthy of your presence.
I guess you haven't got the message.
Busy creating your best essence.
I might cross you off my check list;
Set sail and settle in.
A glittering tower of stones, laden with vibrant neon signs
The girl takes the first tentative step out of the dark house
The light from a neon sign is blinding
Another wary lurch forward, blinking spots out of her vision
