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Uraveling Blue Afghan

But the sky won't last forever;
radio active isotopes
will shoot down
once again
when spring shoots up
between my tits:
we'll bask in all
my glory,
we'll sing
for my next coming.
Oh, we'll sing!
No, the sky won't
last forever;
unraveling blue afghan.
Never were you comforting.
Found you,
itchy stainless steel
rubbed raw,
mirror of dermatitis,
subsequent crying,
precription Zoloft,
the bouncing ball
that did me in.

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