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i'm not crying, i'm not r e a l l y crying
it's only blood, little brother. only blood.
after a fashion patience wears thin
a lyric lessss song called "it's n a tural
to be a fraid" on an album called All of
A Sudden I Ms. Everyone, when frankly
dear mad-man, it's not true is it, it is, is it?
the candy-colored clown they call the sandman tip-toes
through my room every night just to sprinkle stardust
a time to be so small &, deliciously alone
my mind is a pear from the crisper drawer
dappled and blushed from the chi i i i i lll
freckled and firm and the grit is so slight
between my teeth, unresisting to the core &
i eat it slowly & think how much it doesn't
really [what 's the?] matter over mind, mind
over [where 's my?] mind! it's been a while
since i've written you, & the incense has
burned down to a red ember raven eye
and i'll be happy in my dreams || & he whispered
go to sleep || oh smile & pray, like dreamers do
no one guards the horned gates anymore
once through it i can see my castle
through it i will be able to see my h o me
[mister sandman || bring me a treat]
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