Sherri, you smell different
Get up early in the bed — for you morning comes so easy
Spells have been cast and the urge has been lost
Snipers posted bills — as they should — of our midnight vacation
Back on the planet now — I’m beginning to see just how
Echelon your dreams and they’ll come true
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One of us is a cigar stand —
And one of us is a lovely blue incandescent guillotine
The edge of creation is blurred and blushed
Not a lot of room to grow inside this leather terrarium
People of the bay — it is excruciatingly gray
Face the front when he comes for you
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Cherish your memorized weakness
Fashioned from a manifesto — lady, I am no futurist
I’m my only critic, i
Trolls in the glen are consorting again
The liberals say they don’t exist but I know that they do
Reinforce your literal ass — hit it on the first or second pass
Frozen images, respected few
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