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cadmium

he said it, you could say it,
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it's not the tune,
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and i'm forgetting what matters.
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smell of roasting moonbeams,
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by a topen otter swamp,
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swimming in the butterpool,
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while you dry.
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taste of english cocao
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from the alps of devonshire,
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we rode the ponies.
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gray, white lies
 11
at christmas: i'll
 12
love you forever.
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i'm forgetting my name,
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not that it matters. it's
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the tune you sing
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when you read about the murders.
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something light,
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to hold your feeble
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brain to the page.
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30 Sep 18

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not as being recognized by you, but recognizing the patterns that are you and me. i know enough about you now to start thinking. i don't know if we are namable in the same way we talk about trees and branches and toyboxes filled with blocks. but i can think of you now in space and not only in time.
 — cadmium

Autumn trees: the kid's toy box
filled with horse chestnut leaves.
 — unknown

umm, toys made of chestnut,
are they red, angry that winter
will make them men?
 — cadmium

You're fucking in "the milk and water embrace" position,
from the Kama Sutra.
Rain beats hard against the window pane.
 — unknown

you lose, if you clone. or, maybe not, if you're into yourself so much that you like to watch yourself type.
 — cadmium

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