/ Halfway
Those lying across the road of fate
can only be called things
Those dancing on the road ahead
we can only call symbols
Heavy rain scrubs the road the mist rises
Look, in front of us this enormous cough
was thrown against the mirror, breaking the phantom
and springing into the air
What’s seen from the front is cause what’s seen from the back is effect
Without the from who knows who’s looking at whom
Hello hello you passing succubus carrying a lantern who do you want to seduce?
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