
Private Apocalypse
by Emily Fairlight
on Mother of Gloom (2018)
In my own apocalypse
Where these walls bend to collapse
Where the minds of the great
Wither and lapse
Where the minds of the great
Wither and lapse
In my own apocalypse
And in my own apocalypse
Where such [?] streets cease to exists
When old memories or words
Past through your lips
When old memories or words
Past through your lips
When old memories or words
Past through your lips
When old memories or words
Past through your lips
When old memories or words
Past through your lips
When old memories or words
Past through your lips
In my own apocalypse
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