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That night he hurt you bad |
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In that green, pastelsummer dress |
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You'd die alone with the land |
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A hollow head in its hands |
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But everybody does that |
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But with particular scorn,in polyurethane form,freeze dried, stuff to the brim- |
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Preservation |
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Hide in our hideous masks |
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Your daddy's shittyshake grass |
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I told you |
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I couldn't see it |
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A monument of pills,grocery lists, telephone bills,pamphlets & dollarstore trinkets- |
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Preservation |
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But if that was how you putit, and if you ever willed it, |
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I would embroider you |
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In disaffected kisses, inbleach reticent sunsets,soldered animal glue |
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A hand too heavy to hold |
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Lips that won'tdo what they're told |
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How do we ever begin it? |
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How do we grow old? |
