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A window ago
Home stole snow globes
Wino-style, dying on linoleum tile
Upturned lips in perturbed slips
Listless and
Undeserved
To the nines
and
I keep putting the song back together as it continues collapsing
Lately it’s been left on floors in dancehall mirrors drunk
On weekend leave after evacuating ships in cold whispers
Which reminds: let us find ways not to forget the treasure was never there.
Brass is too brash for this solemn, garish wake we’ve crashed.
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I really love this one.