the mean reds.

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i am like nothing you've seen on the wall.
remember that.

let's create this religion
be our own gods
and remember not to glance when meeting
in a fabled restaurant
regardless of whether or not
we're happy to see each other.

and then let's
or we must
yes, we must
take what we wanted to say
but didn't in the restaurant,
look up from our beds
take those words out of our insides, untangle
and throw them to the floor.
hope bugs come in the night.

only way to get rid of them.



mine:


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