Answer
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Drowning
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in
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the
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Blue
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Nile
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He
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sent
|
me
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"Downtown
|
Lights"
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I
|
hadn't
|
heard
|
it
|
in
|
a
|
while
|
My
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boredom's
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bone-
|
deep
|
This
|
cage
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was
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once
|
just
|
fine
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Am
|
I
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allowed
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to
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cry?
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I
|
dream
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of
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cracking
|
locks
|
Throwing
|
my
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life
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to
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the
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wolves
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or
|
the
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ocean
|
rocks
|
Crashing
|
into
|
him
|
tonight,
|
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Answer
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he's
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a
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paradox
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I'm
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seeing
|
visions,
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am
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I
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bad?
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Or
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mad?
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Or
|
wise?
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What
|
if
|
he's
|
written
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"mine"
|
on
|
my
|
upper
|
thigh
|
only
|
in
|
my
|
mind?
|
One
|
slip
|
and
|
falling
|
back
|
into
|
the
|
hedge
|
maze
|
Oh,
|
what
|
a
|
way
|
to
|
die
|
I
|
keep
|
recalling
|
things
|
we
|
never
|
did
|
Messy
|
top
|
lip
|
|
Answer
|
kiss
|
How
|
I
|
long
|
for
|
our
|
trysts
|
Without
|
ever
|
touching
|
his
|
skin
|
How
|
can
|
I
|
be
|
guilty
|
as
|
sin?
|
I
|
keep
|
these
|
longings
|
locked
|
In
|
lowercase,
|
inside
|
a
|
vault
|
Someone
|
told
|
me,
|
"There's
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no
|
such
|
thing
|
as
|
bad
|
thoughts
|
Only
|
your
|
actions
|
talk"
|
These
|
fatal
|
fantasies
|
giving
|
way
|
to
|
labored
|
breath
|
|
Answer
|
Taking
|
all
|
of
|
me,
|
we've
|
already
|
done
|
it
|
in
|
my
|
head
|
If
|
it's
|
make-
|
believe
|
Why
|
does
|
it
|
feel
|
like
|
a
|
vow
|
we'll
|
both
|
uphold
|
somehow?
|
What
|
if
|
he's
|
written
|
"mine"
|
on
|
my
|
upper
|
thigh
|
only
|
in
|
my
|
mind?
|
One
|
slip
|
and
|
falling
|
back
|
into
|
the
|
hedge
|
maze
|
Oh,
|
what
|
a
|
|
Answer
|
way
|
to
|
die
|
My
|
bedsheets
|
are
|
ablaze,
|
I've
|
screamed
|
his
|
name
|
Building
|
up
|
like
|
waves
|
crashing
|
over
|
my
|
grave
|
Without
|
ever
|
touching
|
his
|
skin
|
How
|
can
|
I
|
be
|
guilty
|
as
|
sin?
|
What
|
if
|
I
|
roll
|
the
|
stone
|
away?
|
They're
|
gonna
|
crucify
|
me
|
anyway
|
What
|
if
|
the
|
way
|
you
|
hold
|
me
|
is
|
|
Answer
|
actually
|
what's
|
holy?
|
If
|
long-
|
suffering
|
propriety
|
is
|
what
|
they
|
want
|
from
|
me
|
They
|
don't
|
know
|
how
|
you've
|
haunted
|
me
|
so
|
stunningly
|
I
|
choose
|
you
|
and
|
me
|
religiously
|
What
|
if
|
he's
|
written
|
"mine"
|
on
|
my
|
upper
|
thigh
|
only
|
in
|
my
|
mind?
|
One
|
slip
|
and
|
falling
|
back
|
into
|
the
|
hedge
|
maze
|
Oh,
|
|
Answer
|
what
|
a
|
way
|
to
|
die
|
I
|
keep
|
recalling
|
things
|
we
|
never
|
did
|
Messy
|
top
|
lip
|
kiss,
|
how
|
I
|
long
|
for
|
our
|
trysts
|
Without
|
ever
|
touching
|
his
|
skin
|
How
|
can
|
I
|
be
|
guilty
|
as
|
sin?
|
He
|
sent
|
me
|
"Downtown
|
Lights"
|
I
|
hadn't
|
heard
|
it
|
in
|
a
|
while
|
Am
|
I
|
allowed
|
to
|
cry?
|
|