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Pez Dispenser Woman Behind the Counter in a Chinese Restraunt
Punctual carbon copied figments of my mind's eye,
your heresies of loneliness are well known to all.
Throughout this world, and the world you left behind
(in the wasteland of crumbled youth)
how oft you trample my bitter heart's lament!
How oft you suppress the candy dispenser of my future!
You must be wise - for surely you have seen my darker nature.
It is peeking through the sunlit hallway in this illusion
of grandeur. Great facade! great filaments! forgotten as forayed
by gathering kindred spirits speaking in soliloquy's.
They know not me nor you, artful joke molested
by discriminated intuition, and I intend to keep it that way.
In the age of the gravest fashion, where my bones
are hidden from my heart hidden from my flesh,
wounds touched by your translucent fingertips
sear the very depths of nothing in particular.
Then, wrangled am I, into contortions of comfortable
confusion.
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