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SEE

I couldn't see waiting so long
It goes over and over again slowly
Many games are played and blue scarves dropped
Wait to pick them up wait
Whip them down and open up the emotions
    to salt grains
Black and white snow tests the patterns
    for soap stars
Believe it, it is easier to cry for them
With a flick of a switch thought can be turned off

Surround yourself with worldly events
A nations fate
Lesbian lovers
Doped up doctors
Hate anger and the weather
Click click click

I can't see crying for the followers
Blinded by their own stupidity
Drinking up the spring fresh kool-aid
We'll watch them through the glass box
    with their cerebral cortex exposed
And rough weather ahead
Rain

But I couldn't see
The blue tears blurred my vision
Doughy skin ready to be sucked down
    in pilsbury awe
The preference of curly head boys
Summer blond sun glazed joys
Virgin blood pin prick drops and band-aids

I would cleans them all
Pledge rag buffs their tops
Smoke a cigarette with a cup of coffee
They will bend over as many times one wants
There is always auto reverse and
A remote control puts all the power
    in the palm of my hand
Push the start of thoughtless sleep
Click

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