Faces look ugly when you’re alone
Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted
Streets are uneven when you’re down
When you’re strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you’re strange
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.
Jim Morrison
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