Mostly : I don't run into trees walking down the street, but drunk angels dreaming of justice in a world of fading lights and sometimes I enjoy this company, peaceful, the weirdly angry, till help is coming.

I don't run into trees walking down the street, but drunk angels dreaming of justice in a world of fading lights and sometimes I enjoy this company, peaceful, the weirdly angry, till help is coming.

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