There’s a sculpture with periscope eyes. He has nothing to
Looking up with cold, dead eyes
I can see you from
Well, we never ever worry I mean we never try
Because
Let us recall that time in the basement
The world was
Fifteen steps across the kitchen tiles
Slowly if the floor is
I feel sick because I am sick
And I feel weak
I may sound like a bastard
But I like my girls
I found an old watch by the shore of the
My sister was taken by the water
Carried away by the
Oh and how to miss
Oh how I missed you for
Roll around across the jungle, past the doorway, in he
I was molested by an acrobat at eight ripe years
Turn your poles toward because I am magnetic north, and
A). If Not for the Money
For twenty years I forged
My face is growing wrinkled now and my hands are
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