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We built a little night but you emptied it. Your Dublin beachhead is all undertow. Dead menus blow from one gutter to the next. Westward parks fill with fever. A gibbeted sun hangs ignored. O darling... I'm not this way, I'm not this way - remember what I am.
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Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 3:43 PM UTC
I'm Not This Way
We built a little night but you emptied it. Your Dublin beachhead is all undertow. Dead menus blow from one gutter to the next. Westward parks fill with fever. A gibbeted sun hangs ignored. O darling... I'm not this way, I'm not this way - remember what I am.
EvanS
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Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 3:43 PM UTC
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