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Crystal - clean drops, gleam

of metal double glass and a

strange way into the

unknown the last drops of

rum dry out in the throat a

fortune mirror fell to, pieces

on the palm walls decorated

with ones own scalps will

quietly tell you "so excuse"

the only anal way up looking

into the sun is taboo guitar

strings got rusty and the wind

plays that known tune

so excuse - ther was no other

way life without wings with

donkeys tail gets through the

mirror of ones own idiocy

youre shattered from your