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that’s my other hand, open and empty
it wants one to i guess
that’s my other jaw, swollen and shameless
it talks too much i know

and another poet is born with every other sip
wash away the word, just like it was a paper bone

and they’re working on me, yeah they’re working on me
just like my favorite dog
geronimo look out below
i love that rusty water
like it was my favorite dog

that’s my other head, open and bleeding
it thinks too much i guess
that’s my other eye, swollen but fearless
it’s seen too much I know

and another poet is killed, with every sip
drain away a word, just like it was a paper bone

and they’re working on me
and they’re barking at me
just like my favorite dog

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