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Cheek stabbing
horse went backwards
nose a blown out of proportion
no necessary
tussle/wrestling
in line with rides.
have to say I hate you.
now the days gone by
no more tears.
graves alone,
a tear drops,
dribbles on your overcoat
table is a coffee table.
now i know the name.
started off in a church,
blind nights with the money.
holes in my thighs,
turntable behavior,
on the monkey, on the gold.
near an anvil,
stopping crunch, near
the starlit beagle
wonderland wafers.

no nonsense for you
just a bag over the head,
over your fathers finger paintings,
over your mothers moth portrait.

and no fingers to tell of...