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keep me keeled and lain out on the ground
there, like firewood or a robin
and i wish a little bit to feel again
blood runnin' through my fingers like
rice through a sieve

dream somethin' like the lilypads
holding the pond down, full and flush

and ill dream of you pulling my
heart out through my jugular

i can be a part-time obsession
content to peel back t-shirts and put on
the fight, parking lots and flourescent
brawls breakin' in my new shoes
predators learn not to make noise

thumb the blood off that new white shirt
and leave me soaked in the alley

like so many paper lanterns with their lights gone out

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holla holla get dolla

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