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After the first snow, the glimmer of wasteland
Army Peeling Well-Worn
Wake up from the smell of ammonia
And the air is skewed

The signature in the corner of the portrait is illegible
The mouths of dried rivers are looped
Your soul is dressed in meat
She is controlled by another person

There in the dark where are you alone
There's a nail in the dark
Included in the board
The scar remains forever
And turns into wax