Please Overanalyze

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and you'll tell
all your windows
how the sun shall shine
into your house. and
you'll parade the
joyous interludes
between parrot and
brain, to tell Pinocchio
his father is in
prison.

drenched in your enemies,
premature and alone,
the sex that lies before
you will lie after you
as well

can you hug
a bush draped with
fireflies, woven together
by the thread of their glow

putrid lollipops, go
wash out your ear
the day is almost over.





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