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strange stains on your pillow
the telephone is cracking wise
you and I know who we are.
strange rings on the dresser
someone's hands are naked
this is not my yellow hair.
strange waves break my window
razor-fingered comics
carve stolen jokes in the skin of children.
strange lines in the mirror
pink and red and black the shades
of sutured white boy morning.
all our time is rented
all our chattels spoken for
see you at the bottle dump.
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