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Nothing's untainted not Pooh Bear).

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

Oh switch off the sun 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 voices
That this and lie about whatever.

The only weapon is a fresh bottle
With memory collapsing its tidal waves.
The stars are vibrating
Advertising names and 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 bright pain of
And the of all reason
Brings no releases.
Nowhere to anymore.