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Nothing's untainted not Pooh Bear).

Switch off the noises the drunks.
Pull around the fire until there's burnt
And the is the fattest and the fullest,
And it's a god ideas of mirth.

Oh off the sun with these painful eyes.
The sight of anything is too to do.

Turn to the wall to wet your
Blinded and happy at least.
Turn off the noises of incessant
That tell this and lie whatever.

The only weapon is a beautiful bottle
memory collapsing under its tidal waves.
The stars are signs
Advertising names and and places of monsters.

the lot because there's not enough dark
In to hide not even to sleep,
Not to sleep with these drinkers.

The bright of nightmare
And the loss of all
Brings no releases.
Nowhere to anymore.