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Drums are beating, machinery rasping
Gods and demons awaken the city
Our voices rising as we through off iron shackles
I know this is what you foresaw
The skies are filled with spice and smoke
Wind bringing forth our new beginning
And carry me away from your last embrace.
I wonder if you thought of me
A new dawn, the people united
Cheering my name through city streets,
Hősnő, heldin, karaman, hero
I wish it was your's
We fought for so long, so hard
For freedom, for liberty, for life
Our dream, finally achieved
I just hope it was worth it
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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