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No Afternoon.
06:15
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I found her behind the house. Drowning herself in honeysuckle. The earthworms blew their trumpets of disgust when she raked her tongue across their home. Pouring her hair into the sky like wine. Scraping syllables across a diminished palette of unrefined time. I was unborn there. You were my cherished marigold of summer, blurring your eyes into blue jays. Blank stares fully aware of our recycled hues. No afternoon for you. I was unborn there.
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Lil' Honeytone.
01:54
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Cherry Blossom.
04:52
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Flies were battling on which nostril they could room up with. Tearducts haulin' all they could. Shovelin' and crumbling. So tell me oh cherry blossom, can we just burn? Open and outside. Below the dirtside. "Smells like copper fucked gasoline, sir." Or bleach fingerfucked my corpse. Let's pause our infidelity on the way to the moon. Oh, cherry blossom, why can't we just sing?
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The Auctioneer.
03:44
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"We're just starving out there, starving in a tub of our limbs." You coached me, but you were never in the words. Now repeat after me. Left hand over the right. Over the left. Over the right. Now let's just pick up where we left off. Marginal. Hell, you want to become the blaze, but way i see it, you ain't suffered enough. Now repeat after me. Left hand over the right. Over the left. Over the right..
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