| In brown clown face, tattered paw, pine scraps
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| Fish bones, home phone
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| Dial broke, pocket sunk
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| In brown paper sack
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| Face, head, eyes black
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| Shadow tears, funny ears
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| Bird mouth, crumble ash
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| In black plastic bag
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| Wounded snakes, slaughtered skunk
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| No grey flawless, dead deer
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| Shocked eyes
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| Open sky, velvet ropes
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| VIP heavenward, waywardly staggered drunk
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| Wounded stag, limp your way to paradise, limp your way to paradise
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| Now I’m wondering if I close my eyes and I fall back in time
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| If only I could remember you
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| Your name on a tree, your blood inside of me
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| Your songs all unsung, your thoughts all unspun
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| Where would you live, where would you dance
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| How would you make love, who would be your dove
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| If only I could remember you, if only, if only…
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| The fallen mirror bounces back
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| Some of moon’s gentle laugh
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| Sudden echo, soft attack
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| Mushrooms glittering on this path
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| There’s only one way to find out who dared slayed the deer
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| Left the eyes for the flies, then retreated into the brown grass
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| Bed of pine, needles prickling
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| The smallest manger fit for girl kings
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| Chicken bones and pervert winks
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| Dime bags and plastic rings
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| I still remember our first phone number
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| They circle me with genders and colors flickering
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| Like demons of diamonds of nothing, flickering
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| I’m wondering if I’ll close my eyes and fall back in time
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| Could I remember, could I |