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The ancient slug begins to breathe
She rounds the corner past my street
My founding father paid the way
For every son to do the same thing every day
We all have needs
And mine will help me fall asleep
You, in your room
I turn the blinds ao we don't see ourselves this time

Fall behind, read my mind
Make your interests mine in time
(I cannot feel it anymore)
To try

The next morning, I sit in the second row
From the door and watch her reflection in the window
As she counts seventeen sisters on her fingers:
"Chelsea, Tisha, Tara—" ("Marilyn—")

Oh, Marilyn
You won't sit down
Take care of him
He needs discipline
Oh, Marilyn
The drugs don't help
My Chelsea left me all a—
Lone

Fall behind, read my mind
Make your interests mine in time
(I cannot feel it anymore)

Sleep unsure, dresser drawer
Filled with XL shirts you wore
(I am your excess) Oh, no
(Your old pride)

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