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8 ) ) ) friday Coming to you from a jumbled dream My heart caves in the better to see you with I’m thinking on the bright side while looking for my keys I’ve never seen a body floating to the ceiling in the big room of the post office A word is a symptom of what can’t be described A promise, a premise held open like a door So I didn’t find mercy or it didn’t find me ( ( ( 9 It’s always personal like the failure of a knee A brassy rebuttal clowning in the street Your footprint on the planet pinned down by outer space ...

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