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Drink a spoon

from this river

Play a tune

for a wicked soul

Here we flow

down this river

Acheron

dressed in sunday clothes

You tame us in this churchyard when we go

Mom, hey, when do we go?

Thought it over

S.M.S.

cross the river

Epigraphs

We are what we read

Necropolitan

previous issues

magazines

we tame in our old garage when they age

Mom, hey, when do we go?

Thought it over

In this windy afternoon

garages sleep upon their doom

they dream of smoke

they dream the day

when all the papers burn

Burn burn burn burn burn

Burn down burn down low

Down down down down low

Down down down down low

Down down below