Angle down the dim-lit screen
Remember each retinal engraving,
All too real to keep you
Comfortably safe in
Something made up, then
From the trimmings and truths.
Some youth escaped as a scentless gas,
Combustible and made of past
Mistakes, (or) the things that made you great.
Tell me what it's worth now
Mixing weights with alcohol.
Sleep tight, precious, you left us wide open,
Just how far will you get from your hoping?
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