| I jolt in thirst
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| My memory caves
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| I lose my language to find my balance
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| I stitch a headdress from carrier pigeons killed for bearing bad news
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| The army has fallen
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| There’s no way off the island
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| Will you marry me?
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| The illusion of cannibalism
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| Now the distance is too short to cross
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| Now the body’s peak is not the head but the hunchback shoulders
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| I cry like a proud father
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| You laugh like an electric chair
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| Only our most cherished ghosts remain
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| The nightmare of milk and sand pouring from skulls
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| Of Bell inequalities and fallen cadets
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| «What's your real name?» |
| we shout into phones
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| A single baby shoe in a gutter
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| A wheezing deer covered in dead wolves giving birth to antlers
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| Blueprints inked with venom
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| This began as a fallout shelter
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| A Utopian community gone maddeningly wrong
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| A house that always floods
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| A knot that always tightens
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| Pipe organs gone mute
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| The backswung hammer preempts the surrendering nail
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| Lions run wild on the capitol
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| The moonlight made them do it
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| Exit music never ends: it stays immortal
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| So behold exit dance, exit sculpture, exit love, exit law
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| A dolphin breaches in grey noise
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| Things exist only to say they exist
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| Heads simply fall off
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| Whose fault is it?
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| I demand ethnography
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| I pray to Mary
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| I will never see you again
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| I cannot bear to read the sequel
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| I dream of you but forget the dream
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| I wanted you to kiss my heart
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| 20 GOTO 10 |