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that god himself damned

there is a blue towel of wet
how did it get like that?

it hangs on the hook
of burned

like a man
at the gallows  

who strung it up
like that?

and love
whatcha wanna bet
it never comes down again?


and love
whatcha wanna bet
we're next?

because you come from what blows away

metal insects
that crawled into my hips

and i come from
a seven foot deep
grave.





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