Daffodil sunspots flood
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down your spine
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of poppy fields-
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greets windows
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and blank judges.
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California kissed you hard, honey-
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licked the salty sand
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off the back of your tired heels,
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bleach-wasted
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your locks into yellow straw.
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You're a disgrace
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Winter brought you to your hips
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in icy regret.
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Read:
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Young philanthropic blonde spinning a lollipop
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lusting on her white pills at the back table,
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popping hourly
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for her Orangina dream to materialize
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and spread her knees.
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You make me so damned sick
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Drive escapes, clutch undepressed,
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third gear never acquired.
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Stillness sets.
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She tilts the glass.
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Engine stall.
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Rollback.
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Freefall into a handful
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of white pellets,
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a gulp and
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four shots of bourbon later.
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Full of promise, you were
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A running
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or breakdown sequence
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would be a nice touch for this audience
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she thinks.
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You did it again.
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