(IPOGS, Walls) Hunted through these streets,
Hunted through these streets,
I, the corpse of a ghost of
a child, staggering from empty
bar to empty bar, begging for
bottle-bottom redemption
I, the corpse of a ghost of
a child, staggering from empty
bar to empty bar, begging for
bottle-bottom redemption
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