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Gem gaze
Diamonds for eyes, third eye pineal something like the shining Something like a pinecone hidden inside, lantern of odd light Prized, tombrobbers wish to pry them Hide them, hight them valueless Left the trail an hour ago Left a trail of breadcrumbs though Follow me, find where the snail goes Easily following his silver thread.
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More Temples
Whispering in the wind, ear to ground lobe to bark but news in thin Lots of dogs barking, lots of nosey parkers, lots of noise in the car park In the parlours and barbers, but no one I know has the charlie Someone has to take charge, because fuck all do the Gards No harm…
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beenawhile
Dusty baton, hatches long battened Hard on from her talent Hoping she holler Pussy got dollars took a fistful like I’m Clint Eastwood Licking the clit while she eats wood, greasy with loveblood Money in a City Swift kit bag dad bought me in fifth class Used to carry togs and goggles to Glenalbyn, swimming…
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Newclothes
Does saying it make it Am I the Emperor naked, nobody will say it Asking who tailored my threadless blazer They see which parts of me need a razor Does drinking it slake you Must be the Lethe you’re draining My boat sprung a leak somewhere between The stygian peaks above the Styx and Australia…
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