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Little Red Lung: 1. 50 Fingers
If you were a diamond I would dig you up And use you to cut These belt straps from my feet They've been tightening for weeks I can move my little toe and if I concentrate In a day or two I could move...
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Little Red Lung: 2. Ink Blot
The weight inside a picture frame Not nearly salvaged as the blade That cuts the maps and figure eights To occupy that little space Your better half is on parade Internal organ pop-up display A star is...
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Little Red Lung: 3. Rare Bird
A glass airplane, circles over every jaw looking up Fear of a name, cursive in the porous spots And if you are a rare bird, build me into what you need These wings, could skin the surface of a hundred...
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Little Red Lung: 4. Fangs
I buried your fangs in the heart of a deep well Your mouth was on fire and bone sore I know you dug for years below the ground You shouldn't be wild inside if you're a beast in the headlights In an...
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Little Red Lung: 5. Into a Landfill
It must have been a scratch under the film Of the magnifying glass If I were able to see the dirt Under your nails, I would have stopped the press I shred it all into a landfill So stop asking me Your...
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Little Red Lung: 6. Strangling Tree
Marble jaw, strangling tree Palms wet, red teeth You touch down like trouble Rolling in on four feet Blurry eyed and double vision Laughing in the dead heat Shrieking bell, hanging rope Waist side,...
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