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He shouts “Fire!” in a crowded room with some conscious intent
Draws a jagged gray line between freedom and excess
He returns it in a sound of hope and falling on deaf thoughts
Randal gets drunk
Randal has fun
He shouts “Fire!” in a crowded room with some conscious intent
Draws a jagged gray line between freedom and excess
He returns it in a sound of hope and falling on deaf thoughts
Randal gets drunk
Randal has fun