I got home this morning with the sun right in my eyes there was no warning as it took me by surprise hit me like an act of God causing my alarm that
only lonely whoa my skin is white as parchment drier than a downtown office building where the air is tight there's time spent waiting for that macrame bird
I was getting ready to be a threat I was getting set for my Accidental suicide The kind where no one dies No one looks too surprised Then you realize
if we can call them friends we can call them on red telephones and they won't pretend that they're too busy or they're not alone if we can call them
you remind me of you the way you shot right through and how you broke my window glass, fast it happened so fast I have to confess that I that I was impressed
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when I wake up in the morning I pour the coffee read the paper then I slowly and so softly do the dishes feed the fishes sing me Happy Birthday sing