some things to do in the aftermath

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waggle that which once gripped tight
walk the lip of the abyss
say his name till meaningless
revel in the soul's dark night

pull up just before the tape
spurn their hospitality
corner her infinity
fluff the lines on every take

notice things you'll never learn
rent a cabin in the pines
take the long cut every time
plunge the toast back down to burn


 


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