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The Circus

THE
I a jet slowly scraping
Low and across a sky of slate
I remember the angle of elbow
As it back
In the crack of fists across a
I the suck of boots in mud
Guttural, sexual, in those woods

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Down at the edge
Below the bed
The smell of lilac in hair
the stinging nettles grow
And the lonely blow
I you in a culvert there

Ashes to ashes and to dust
Buildings and dreams dissolve rust
Now all the flowers are brown
Cause the circus is to town
Cause the is coming to town

THE
I remember to cry out
But throat-stuck with and stones
As your lips grew much ruddier

THE
Step you now
We keep our voices down
The of remorse
Follow on the wind
your face off, don't be shy
They can't hunt you with their
But surely they the scent of sin

to ashes and dust to dust
Buildings and dreams dissolve into
Now all the are turning brown
the circus is coming to town
Cause the circus is coming to

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I remember falling, falling
Into that tangled a mesh of twigs
Deflowered like a virgin
In the swell of spring
Underneath that deciduous
up with jagged scaffolding
Is that a train or thunder
Is that a train or