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The song bang bangs
Into my stomach and impatiently escapes elsewhere in the body
Mistakes
Penetrate
And accelerate.

The wrinkled ones hang on to the street-car-poles
Look in the mirror in remorse
Years turn into days
Into second
Nobody cares
Unless
Useless
Ness
Less talk
Less talk
Try to listen
Note to self:
To do
To call
To e-mail
Mail
Message
Text
To buy
To sell
To care
To fuck
Ignore
Call back
Read later
Note to self:

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