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To be free of pain. Is that what we all want?
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First they
Dust off the bottom of the sky
But then the clock gets stuck
At 3 seconds till uncertainty
Then they
Dye the sunset clouds
To make them more
Transparent
So as not to confuse
The human mind
With the stuff of uncommon
Nostalgia
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85% extra dark cocoa:/biting into bitter darkness
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the steady, persistent work of beauty
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On hot Southern days /
when the air shimmered
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It’s okay, you can take me home and spank me
My bad, my bad, you can go ahead and thank me
Cause I may have been a bad, bad boy
You’ll be glad to know, O boy
I know how bad you wanted to hear those words
Falling from my lips like little bir
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I don’t know who ran down your old pet skunk
I admit last night I was a little drunk
So it sorta mighta coulda been me
Yep it mighta coulda been me
I didn’t really like him all that much
And he kinda sorta, well, he kinda stunk
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She wakes up with rosemary.
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I’m on the toilet writing “Dead Ringer”
When the doorbell rings
And there’s no one there
Except a bluebird that sings
Like my mother long gone
Which all at once turns into a tiny woman
Sitting on a limb
Smiling down at me
And she’s sin
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Don’t worry, she said
It’s not blonde down there
But she is wrong
It’s just as blonde down there
As anywhere
The light down along her arms
For instance
The down along her cheek
On the back of her neck
Her thighs
Apparently I am n
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Pu-erh under the moon - /
old growth forests, beds of moss
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He needs to stay away from you
Cause you’re his deadly poison
You’re his snake hanging from the tree
In the nightly garden
Only his face is breaking up
You can’t see him anymore
Cause when you walked into the room
He slipped right out the
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I swear the devil stole my bible
I had a whole stack of them
Around here somewhere
I saw him smiling to himself
A smile about a mile wide
And then he slipped right out the door
And went inside the tent
Across the river where I went
A
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Another new spring and the leaves
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I was born into a perpendicular world
I held Vertigo in my arms once
And gave her a good squeeze
That she just couldn’t get out of her head
Then she would follow me around the perimeter
Where my breath was being held
Against my will
Ah,
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