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The window is wobbling
Rain no doubt
Four part water
One part poison
I really could do without
You can have my picasso
Please lie down
Your funerary nakedness remains
Under your successful dress and gown
Look in the smoking mirror
You're a thinking flame
Into your silence
I'll introduce straight rain
From bergamot to tonka
On a sea breeze of turpentine
A sulphur rose with hammer-dressed eyes
A little light upstairs
At a slumber party poorly lit
A vaseline moon and would-be gems
You sleep on it
You're blinding me with rescue flares
You can have my picasso
Please lie down
Your funerary nakedness remains
Under your successful dress and gown
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