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Sep 2012
Swallowed all the music pills

From the three penny opera store

The words gathered in my mouth

Were out of shape as I tried to talk to the moon

There was cheap beer but I couldn’t find it

All I got was a lottery ticket for a coffin lid

And the night alone listented, listented

To all these misshapened forms, these words

These words, these words gathered in my mouth
Edgar Whitman Wilde
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