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So we remember
the
end

WELL

Oh, well it was black
At the bottom, no bucket or
Rope, only well,
Sludge the obsession of
Well,
All at the bottom is cold, heard yells at the bottom
Of the throat, heard that
The stars can be seen from well,
The dark.
The stars were not seen
In nights dream.


Weird Beard

Something smells weird
In my beard
I lifted my lip and smelt
Shit

Dude

I looked out the window
But it wasn’t you
I thought it was you
But it was a dude

Dash two

Jazz was all I heard when
She screamed that my mustache
Smelled of her

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