Flyers litter the streets and capillaries, stapled to arteries with
messages of anarchy and few coups for good measure.
Red blood cells line up yelling, "coup d'état!" -
and the riots start just like that and when you pan out
the crestfallen and "in love" feels a heavy chest and flushed-face.
and the riots start just like that and when you pan out
the crestfallen and "in love" feels a heavy chest and flushed-face.
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