are you dead or are you sleeping, i sure hope you are dead
he sat drinking at the corner table how long has he sat there have his seven wives all left him has his car run out of petrol they may have killed that mad dictator i would have taken all their passports she hid that sorrow blindly but her scars were made of paper he was marching round the building he was marching to an order that the scars were made of paper frozen bars held up the windows but i drank that message with a bottle threw my hands up in defiance so many problems with the family as they shot them from the towers she was fucking that guess over like she knew the spies were friendly but he always kept a record of the freezer burns he gave her they just kicked his head in with their trainers though his wicked eyes were silent people waiting at the cross roads would not make a space to keep him dear lord look after my nightmare make my demons sleep over easy and if they challenge all her actions may she cover them with blindness can i stay over tonight can i make my way in silence can you give me one more bottle as my car's run out of petrol?
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