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Little Buster CutShooting star shotLittle Buster Cut by ~badluckartist
Clay birds, maybe not
Teeth drip with lightning
Lips crumble like salt bring
A pressure that bites
And devours the bright lights
Zetsubou ZeroPretty, pretty girlsZetsubou Zero by ~badluckartist
Always falling down
Down, down, an awkward and endless spiral
Perpetually pushed down bottomless staircases
I go again, again, chasing them down the chasm
The cemetary's always so cheerful these days
I wonder, wonder,
Why is that so? Is it the visitors or the mulch?
Temporary dirt is all we are
Got a lucky chance to think, but all we do is-
Gasp, gasp, for petty oxygen
The nitrogen's making my brain burst
Or maybe, just maybe
It's the way I catch myself-
Talking, talking, to the empty and rotten air
Or is the red, red moon listening to my cries?
What a funny idea, we like to think somebody listens
But the
Isolated 
and your nice words 
Sta.sh
