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What youth do bind? Split apart from the spine
The Pagemaster culling the airborne hardbacks
Strung out on the islands of setbacks
Longing for the Clippers comeback
Where are we going to do?
Dad’s flat screen glow
Shallowing the knows
Hanging ghosts in loft closets elope
To bathtubs bloated with purplish aloe
It makes you think, I guess
But rarely impressed are
the operating themes… makes you
wish you could read more words in your dreams
What youth do bind? Split apart from the spine
There’s some truth in burning books
There’s some love in dirty looks
And you got mine
And you got mine
The dusty bound breach of air
Culling all the woods women in their lair
Spelling out the Dewey Decimal
While repeating morse code to a diode
Mom’s popping pills today
Shallowing the knows
Panting dogs resting on piles of clothes
Sinking in a hole in your childhood home
It makes me drink, I guess
But God blessed us
With common sense…lucid dreams
Wish you could wake up whenever you scream
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