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When the days come
and she asks for the sun,
you look frightened.
why?
fobbing yourself off you offer
a white galactic young widow.
they sleep to dream a litany;
and you chew the leftovers
of the sun.
and she asks for the sun,
you look frightened.
why?
fobbing yourself off you offer
a white galactic young widow.
they sleep to dream a litany;
and you chew the leftovers
of the sun.
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