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There was turtlewasx on the floor.

and citrus-scented chemical warfare

While dancing, singing, swinging sharp swords

One after the other, all spectacles in modern clean love,

We were smoking and drinking, all night til next day’s noon

Crossing time and space with our words

She made everyone else park their limos down the street.

Then would let her hair down.

They wanna swim in the living room.

They wanna remove the front door and fly a plane through.

Let them

Call the neighbors

They’ll know what to do.

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