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It's 8 AM
I'm tossing, turning
My head is swirling navy blue
The contrast's stark
I'm simply yearning
My thoughts will just shift back to you
Pasteurized blood
Cold cuts as faces
So what's the witchcraft of the day
Your duchess howls
Your duke's exploding
You're red and yellow, orange, gray
Your teeth are perforated just in case they must be taken
The queue's an endless line, they're forming spirals over time

And with the thought fresh in my head
I'm going back to bed lamenting
All I've done and all I'll do
They're all malnourished, but well-fed
I'm going back to bedlam sending
All my best wishes to you

We're miles apart
But still together
The pills aren't working, hurry back
I vomit white
The floor is weathered
Machines that give you heart attacks
There is no god
There's only demons
Retain that knowledge as the truth
A stoplight blinks
They don't deserve it
All the adults take form as youths
Electric mice are squeaking, she's the one they call the weakling
They're talking to the clerk cause he's the one they all desert

Ignore the shadows lurking, all the darkness means it's working
They struggle to keep sane, they think that helping causes pain

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Deeps Repus North Tonawanda, New York

A series of paeans to failure and mediocrity composed by a sad tapir. Contains gluten, soy, and phenylalanine.

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