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Nothing's untainted not Pooh Bear).

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

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

Turn to the wall to wet your
deaf and happy at least.
Turn off the of incessant voices
tell this and lie about whatever.

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

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

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