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Swallows Of Sadness waiting for lovethe milk of life nourishes death while happiness sips a fifth of agony with a blood chaser drowning in an hourglass whiskey rains into mouths seeking heaven freedom forbidden dreams of blue hurricanes & cassiopeia sleep now my disillusioned child morning shall magnify your facade |
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while most people sing
in the shower, I speak Spanish in imaginary encounters took my daughter fishing in a cemetary there were an abundance of fish, but they seemed over fed & tasted weird I went with a gay poet friend to visit his father in the hospital His father asked me if I was gay, I replied no He asked me how I could be pals with a gay man I replied, I just think of him, as liking his pussy on a stick He laughed so hard, he died it wasn't that funny |
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