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you played me
tangled up in blue
drunk and high
with the record sleeve
hanging
from your
teeth
asking
don’t you want something
and I
I
took off my clothes
laid on your bed
watching you
strip
and sigh
you slipped beside me
I flipped the record
put on buckets of rain
and moved
to the couch
you got up again
stood in front of me
with a glass of wine
and said
don’t you want something
well
wouldn’t you know it
I said
there is one thing

I cut off my hair
made you a new crown

everything about you is bringing me misery

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for Andy