cigs

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The cigarettes are left on her couch
I am soon leaving this dimension of pink
And I knew she didn't have any left
Money is left on the table
I don't even live here,
But it will pay the rent for a while

I spat blood on those from both sides
Also spitting out archaic spells
Watching faces as their minds were erased
A group of assassins hunted me after I left the building
I pulled their weapons from their hands with telekinesis
And threw them from the rooftops

Yet there was one
Whose eyes turned to an inverted half-moon
I was paralyzed by her gaze, and yet she let me live
In the dreamscape,
I've been told I'm a certain someone whose name I won't mention
I guess we'll see...