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The whole towns slippin down a hill. Like the spine of something dead. Slide in shadow cobble-creep. Burn your mark and leave. The trench conventions yellow eyes Follow her the local flower The girls a priest (to me at least) Since baptism peroxide. And fear is not respect. Correct. But it's the best you're gonna get Sharp blow to the bridge of the nose