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it's getting so hard to act human.

i feel more stoned than ever before.

so heavy and mundane are the days

left fermented in my bed.

it would be wise to tie my wrists

to the telephone poles.

soon my soul will fly away

and you have got to make me stay.

it is always me who cracks first.

i rush the kiss 

then rush away.

so follow me into the woods

far enough inside

to find the cement field.

abandoned like the love of my past.