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Any day now
every day
the cups of coffee
cigarettes

Another cliche then
every day
another rerun
sunsets

I'm setting fires
just to watch
the ashes scatter

Setting down
turning round
it doesn't matter

Though every day
is one they say
you can begin again
still every day
the window faces outward in
and then

Another day
is every day

Another day
is every day

Another day is every day
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If I could get into your skin
the things I would do
the life I would lead

Into your sinews
into your sin
the things I would do
inside of your skin

Shrugging you on
like a sweater of nerves
muscle, corpuscle
the weight of your thoughts

The sparks of your synapse
the hollow of bone

I'd empty you gracefully
Thoughtfully, tastefully
Finally, thoroughly
If I could only

Get into your skin
my_window_seat: (Yuskavage's Girl)
You take what you get
what is given
when there are fewer todays than you thought
in forever

You take what favors are offered
what is granted
when always becomes
occasionally

You turn lead into brass
and credit to cash
And when you turn out your pockets
you find holes where the change
has run through

You take what there is
even when it isn't

You sift through the bones
it's all ivory after all

You trade lies for the truth
and wisdom for youth
But when you turn out your pockets
you find nothing's changed
except you

You take pennies from heaven
even knowing
you can't spend them down here

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