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Ziggy won't leave the bed because
I've never had sushi and
doubtless I
will ever see the southern sun
dixie culture skids
never
went to sleep
before now
all I ever do is get out and
pretend to
fall in
the days are too even
and
hair is dirty dreams
to wonderful for her starved expression
I offer to swab off the sheen
stigma
that dismembers
my crime and woe
seraph
man says to me,
"and the storm..."
They steal away on air
