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it comes to the neck
//tie tie
now last time

our bedrooms are full of
old lovers
do you know what I mean
cause I dream and dream:
little faces, purple hands
and
love in a wicker basket

don’t ask
when I come down

at ten

stumble and brush my teeth in bed
spit in a beer can

plane crashes and stupid towers
climbed the fall

my vanity is the only
only
romantic thing about you