Does love’s lack bestow any power?
Still on but feel’s so utterly over
Two dilettantes still on the rollover
Will you never grow up? Give the goat over
Strange clovers, maybe evil, with an eerie glow
Bloodfed these flowers, gunge-bloated
These streets, the expensive freedom which ringing guns promoted
Lost, by unanimous motion.
Alchemisland 
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