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I was going home.
Wanted to be alone.
I broke the telephone.
Wanted to be unknown.
Words were dancing like stars.
Thoughts were faster than cars.
We were uglier than scars.
We went to peepshows and bars.
So horny I couldn't sleep.
So corny I couldn't speak.
So lazy I couldn't die.
So honest I couldn't lie.
I tried so hard to make this count
In the prettiness of making sounds.
I tried so hard to write this down
But still the pages remain blank.
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