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And it came quick
It hit and it swelled
Since the cars have parked all night
And the trash flings its shit from here and there
And the sound has been bled from one ear to the next
Cars that sing and scream
Hours from the sirens and the cruel harsh light
Keep me tight
In your skin and swindle me
For heaven has denied me this starry night
All swollen and heated
Murders line these streets
My hand held open
The smells have killed me once again

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