Hitler, sausages under his belt,
content to be known as the only child,
obsessed by comic detail,
is frightened now

I don't want to feel packed, nobody
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It won't change
The truth of this
but it's been said
may well change bus

Suddenly the emergency
some things swing open
the dancefloor world begins to move
who disappeared?
the next deadly serious formidable figure
in the bus

She thing, black act
it didn't seem to belong with us. There was even sex
mess of curtains
swift hair
and stripping whenever
another kind resentment
knee-deep in isolation
then became the holder of a silent inertia
moral self-deprecating escalator
crashing intellectuals

Someone concrete
they are not alone, they have a They-head
because they marry or have these
two hit singles

we run upstairs and the tattooed arms fly in
he let us down. Morrissey doesn't see
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A man would not be so important if he was not upset

Go delicately recording
dullness by
the terrified black act
your friends
and person with whom they can share everything
respond with overbearing pleasure
sense perversity
supposedly mentioned by the countless
a key percent
No longer looking for
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