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wear the haboobi dress in the sun,
sink your finger in the circle of the circle of the drain
hey why do you refrain
where is the ring
that your husband kissed
in the bus
in the evening
in the sun
your trachael rings
to the sonic ultraviolence
your face beat with rays
not of the sun
but your cat or your husband's
gaze
hello hello
pick up the phone again
i said all that i did
now i should walk away
from your bill
My dreams,
I will keep them within the hollow night
Visions threatening me in the blank,
Words screaming in fright,
I’ll sing them to the souls above,
As I dream of a world, that is not this one.

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