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Plainly stripped
to the soul
Quietly sitting
facing a mirrored wall
drinking flattery
like whiskey
Tossing coin
for friendship...
suffer me a song!
Poor little birds
sing in the garden
like naked dancers
pulling thoughts together
around the small
treacherous pole called
survival
Fake eyelashes fake
blonde fake tan fake
voices all sound dear
to the American
dreamer
Flowers open
here & there
unfriendly
Goodbye dear
we bid farewell
in twilight
and that's how
we survive
---LTG 2004
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