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If Paul Magers Died Last Night

I. The moment you rolled out of bed

felt like an eternity

Your stretching arms reached outer space

And you fell into convulsions on the daisy print bed sheets

 

II. The humming pendulum clock

ticks past midnight

and the only sound you can hear

is the screeching of your neighbors 1999 porsche convertible

 

III. Your sunday morning television,

News at it’s finest with Kare 11

 

IV. Whatever time you usually wake up

you probably slept through

but you’re staring at the fan again

and this time I don’t think Rachel is coming.

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