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gasping zero
So, as I take a hint of pleasure
roasting and melting it
to your front door I must stop,
yet not to go and talk
to you at your front door,
this is rabid and morbid drug seige.
Indulge me once
at that Cape Cod scenario.
Delivering the path of zero.
Mighty and ending in zero.
Red balloons gasping in zero.
'Did it hurt?'
'What?' I says
'Did it hurt, to be so wrong about me?'
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