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i had a nightmare
the poem never finished

i had some
wrinkled
up bias-proof
paper that put
me away

gave
me a chance to say
how i've been
feeling

i can't get there

no more eyes
in my cereal

no more wants
deep-fried
in can-not's

see you later,
simulator

in a while,
somebody's
smile
is gonna
get you good