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it is hard to say when the lie brings in the new day

when a little bit is too much and still not enough
and worse than nothing at all

when a mirror of distant voices and a blend of agonies
steal the truth from my breast and lie all the same, in time

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old leather seats, with velvet drapes and dirty windows
steady rhythm of the wheels as they struck the tracks
“attack… attack… attack…”
cigar exhaust hanging below the dim cabin light
and ashes in the aisle

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Rubber woman
Leather brassiere
Blow her up slowly
and bring her here…

Silhouette moon and the lightning clashes
nobody sees her in fleeting dashes
as angry fireflies drown in the nighttime sky…

suffix disconnect
and everything is awash
when you say you only wish
to kneel on the rain,

empty, except the night
which holds you
as I would,
your slow song
melody unknowingly
careless how you call
my name

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