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[16 Feb 2008|11:11am] |
a tear down my cheek was not caught by a bucket
don't need it that big,
drops smaller than figs and bombs
I climbed out the window with the bugs and the cats
do you know of the women buried deep underground
still alive, fierce flame burning straight out their eyes
upside down, tied with rope, mouths stuffed with cloth
I saw it last night when I got out of my skin
I tried not to leave
tried to get in again
my carcass won't take me
will shake me with ease
I take candy with sugar
I beg on my knees
But it costs more than money, ethereal fees
I'd toss all my coins in the well of deep leaves.
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