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take the body with you

wait they make mango mush outta me

2.28.2007

Technology Drive

for the pleasure of your regrets
I will claim the system
has a root in the dead ground
of Technology Drive
when we were alive
it was all too good
it was all we wanted anyway

for the pleasure of your regrets
I will deem you weak
I will make your noise
turn inward on its late lost self
it was a different kind of home
leave my monkey alone

April 15, 1998


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