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   The first time I
                  met you
        You stared at me
             and laughed
   I smiled
                (good joke)
   And now here I am
        caught between innocence and
old age
         miserable in 
                    my body
         (I'd be so much happier
                             in yours)
      watching you stare at me
             from behind jaded
                    eyes
         (you don't even know who I am)



     Mike's Bedroom

Obscurities, obscenities
    Nearly
         (or at least half)
    naked women staring
at a rock collection
    at rest upon a
          bright red
    record player
       (remnants of childhood
     d  r  i  f  t)

  one day he will be famous

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