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Memorials

from Challenger by Sarchasm

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You know I never asked about identities. I know the past is past but it all seems weird to me. 'Cause in my head there's a farm and it's clear on the left. But not so much on the right it's always the same old, same old barn.
Something in how I see you, girl, makes me wanna, wanna call you the world. But there are billions other than you. And being indisposed when there's time would be quite the silly thing to do.
Your sneakers streak the floor. A rainbow track as you creak the door. Hope to escape from the fire. Fire burns, leaves me wired. Watching, waiting for opportunity. When it's coming, it's unknown. Past is past and it's sad to see. At most to say the least.
Something in how I lose you, baby, makes me wonder if I'm just crazy or if you're driving me insane. And losing chances skipping lines would be quite the unfortunate.
How I stutter on my thoughts. Thinking about how you come down. And how below the collar I'm hot. It's 80 degrees so cold in town. How this madness ropes me in and I'm drawn to your gallows. But I'll never perish here. You're far too shallow.
Something in how I spiral down makes me wonder why do I frown when you smile at your insolence? A token to your late independence.
Isn't it funny how you're gone.

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from Challenger, released July 8, 2016

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Sarchasm Berkeley, California

Sarchasm are three introverts with lisps of varying severity and radically different coffeeshop orders, unified by their love of superheroes, burritos, and ugly button-up shirts. They make music about mountains and friendships gone wrong.

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