the last time we were there
our skin fell off
and a chorus of carrion flesh
sang a grim chorus
to no applause
pockets empty, hearts aflame
romantic notions, fond memories of
total bullshit
caroming off the walls
ears and eyes ringing
blood and sweat remoulade
if
you shut your eyes real hard
you might almost imagine
you didn't do the things
you did
you better call tyrone
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