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Fluffy Alarms

drained like a battery
what can you do?
damp as a spring day
folded in two
your nights never tasted so much like ennui

like an empty pocket
dancing all alone
skull full of flowers
twisted & boned
these nights never last like they did way back when

intentions are fine
sand turned into glass
these new moon nights
will never, never last
but your days will taste bursting with cloudy surprise

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