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numbers up!
thoughts of a
rock
airplanes fly over
the bay
everything has been
lost in
translation
just ask the birds,
the cat's and the
sleeping lawns,
they will tell you
It is so
cuts from shaving
bleed
steaks bleed
broken hearts
bleed
bleeding out into
WHAT?
...nothing
loneliness at the
dinner table
loneliness on a
crowded street
loneliness in a
world of millions
eat, drink, screw,
sleep.
save your breath
for the last breath
have a seat...
and wait right here
with the rest of us
on death row
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