enough
of us are not a part of you

we are so glad to be here
we are smiling here 

in our happy 
sunshine

in my happy little 
head 

i am a line 
in the natural order 

tired old blue 
sky hanging on bombs 

planted neatly
in the big sex 

where are you going 
to be 

when i fall in love 
with you 

for the last time 
i want to have nothing 

to do 
with your party
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