So this is fucking off by degrees
and I suppose
Someone was laughing at me without shoes
But the grass felt
Seconds from pajamas I must
first open all the doors and
I was talking to Tim.
He said you had a problem
But
you know my name is figment
i'm not who you think
I saw you running with your friends
I called your name
When are you thinking of disappearing?
When are you falling off
think it was the click-click-clicking of the fingernail clippers.
Or was
there's a cruel crumpling sound from over yonder by the
My wild child, your night light's on (My wild child,
I'm here because you're here and when you go I'm
"Go home. I'd be surprised
If you could find it with
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