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She stood up & kissed me ravenously
Would you kiss me like 10% of that when I’m in the coffin, said I
Let me rot on the hill top
Where the marigold can feed on my fat
Don’t cry at the end of the line
The bus needs new tires & the fog mouth on the window
Says to bring the upper lip
The bus is going nowhere, just
U turns, forwardless

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