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Stumbling around with my thorn of crowns. King of clichéd songs. King of âLost and Found.â Water Hill swirling above me. âGo to sleep son, donât be ugly.â White hot moon, why donât you love me? âYouâll feel better in the morning.â Wire dog, be my companion. âLeave him be, he has no master.â Wire dogâs a good boy. Weâll run together. Weâll blend together. Weâll run together, but we wonât stay. Black mold grows so nice and easy. âI will creep inside your body.â Left the shower on all evening. âInundate the air youâre breathing.â Black mold, keep me company. âI will never let you leave.â I am not. a good boy. Weâll run together. Weâll blend together. Weâll run together, but we wonât stay.