| The air was breathing, but I nearly suffocated
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| In my sarcophagus
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| Where the antelopes wear underwear on their antlers:
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| On my mantle, memories recede, but cost of living
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| Adjustments dance the
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| Charleston at the Rosebud of resplendent nostalgia:
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| The walls are dripping, and tonight the faces are on the
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| Ceiling, are
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| They are suspiciously silent:
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| There was a fire tonight, when the world weary smile:
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| There was a pillow plummeting like invisible carbon in a
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| Passion play:
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| If this is only going from A to B and back again, how
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| Come when I clothes my eyes, I see bedsprings and
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| Excrement in deep focus:
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| Dirty deals that only I am privy to, elegant cobblestone
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| Goblets, bone
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| Orchard china, parsips and lichen:
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| Puke on me, Delores:
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| Are you married or lesbian, are you a celibate Buddist
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| Acolyte
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| Or are you just detached and unavailable like me:
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| More to the point where are you: where were you:
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| I went to the high school reunion, and Delores, there was
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| No puke:
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| It’s a sad lonely song by the barnyard, 'cause Delores
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| Ain’t sick to
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| Her stomach no more: |