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Heavy lost horizons
lying flat on my back
in cursed pews of fabric
where all is lead and scent
crying over birdsong
the fuckers need a break
bring me all my coffee
let me crawl awake
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very powerful...boy, there are so many times I have used "the fuckers"(so many different situations are qualified for those terms) and have I ever crawled awake? YOU BETCHA! Gotta love that coffee! I must say AGAIN (sigh) love your style- can't find anything to change or edit, nice job, you always have a clear message and seem to get your point across easily. Could you maybe "accidently" have a typo or mispelling or SOMETHING I could comment on...jeeezzz!! C'mon ! LOL.
