You can only lose
your mind
once!
Gone, baby, gone,
as the sun
inches
closer
to your bones.
Your good
long bones,
your bare
wet mind.
Spit it out
like stale
bubblegum!
Let it loose,
wild cat!
You got decades
of rolling
in the rumble
of rusted
train tracks.
How
about
that?
Good news
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