My age is the page and
I'm up to my knees in the water
Pours down on the starlit city
Too busy for personal pain
is necessary, they say, to gain
weight, but I don't want to go to
Chicago! Chicago! There's a tomorrow
we'll sip coffee and laugh with
no one because I'm in an empty
house is dead air and the incense
is fair on the nose and don't
you suppose? It's time I went to
sleep is for the weak but I don't
believe that, for it's when in
dream-states that the imagination grows...
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