recanting pill-bottle prayerbooks our doctors prescribe
then waltz to the pew. pulse your pussycat, platonic pursuit
smoking for 7, thinking for 4 and talking for 2
you saw me in that room but i was watching you too
dope
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If I ventured in the slipstream
Between the viaducts of your dreams
Where immobil steel rims crack
And the ditch in the back road stop
Could you find me?
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