Writing rock songs
From the same sounds
we select one
for jubilation
so that love is not needed
we pass upturned cars
on fire
seeing ourselves in a melting mirror
songs never played
in the dressing room glare
fans bow down
to other gods
you come
slowly withdrawing your needles
from my skin
and duco evaporates
into a solid cloud
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