Destiny, change the record.
Our traitor boys have enough black things to do without you.
Don’t ask what to do with mysterious soothsayers when they hide fragments of our lives under their fingernails.
You want to know what chaos hides from us in its wardrobes.
Open them, and you’ll find the skeletons
of happy days.
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