Mine is a magdalene love said the boy to the
These living room walls
With fire painted
To feel as though you
They say it can't be saved once the curtain is
A chagall red beneath the word atop the sleep
A hurricane
Don't fault the foreman
Just call the priest
Solace your worries:
This too
Too many weddings to live between
Too many weddings, I'm dizzy
Where were you
And it's sad how
All the grown men
Die a
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