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Nothing's not even Pooh Bear).

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

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

Turn to the to wet your feet
Blinded deaf and at least.
Turn off the noises of voices
tell this and lie about whatever.

The weapon is a beautiful fresh bottle
memory collapsing under its tidal waves.
The stars are vibrating
Advertising and faces and places of monsters.

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

The pain of nightmare
And the loss of all
no such releases.
Nowhere to anymore.