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My sister is a river And I’m a figurine Made from the dust of my brother And midribs of maple leaves Dad had his clinics in dead malls Dispensing destinies Out on the knife of Virginia Cutting Kentucky and Tennessee My sister says there is a next life But no one I know will be there I’ll have seven senses and singing rings Hallucination hydrangeas Erupt in the reverse breeze Men in these parts fencеd their gardens With the skеletons of Cherokees In bands of static The cries of vile guys She’d find in dives and bring on back to the attic Meat to sate the howling shades that Wait in tesseractic shadow Dose the wine And flash that awful smile When the fear floods into their eyes “I don’t feel right” Letras de cancionesI don’t feel right Deflecting hexes The vengeful dead Those scumbags wept And bled when They look into my secret eyes They’ll rot on top of ziggurats for eons And wake up in bed with strange wives God A girl Her pearls Dead worlds We’re hurtling through Days generated by rules Written in dazzling rooms Every black hole sings the tune I’m composing Sad and lovely And it’s nothing Really nothing From Letras Mania