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your eyelids and your dick such scavengers/ the amputated/// among the wars, the street in the rain at dinner tonight, three bags of potato chips// and a bottle of Bombay Gin for the four of us/ the backseat of this car is choked in used rubbers with the kum still in/ surrender is one thing, but who will release the doves/ – tim barrus