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(Long wet brain fart/ was thinking lyrics to Some Song)
Rise from refuse
Shake the sleep
Wipe the crust
From eyes set deep
It purrs beneath
My bony hands
My shattered teeth
Saliva glands
Host of hours
Westward bound
Lingers late
Yellow ground
It does not weep
For wasted time
Does not change
And never rhymes
Taste its breath
Through lips made thin
Touch its death
Translucent skin
Love its heat
Through quiet scars
Sleep as embers
Under stars
Stoke the glow
Electric sleep
Gather crust
As void lights creep
It grows again
Join the fray
Fly to waste
Another day
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