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Poetry

They’ll find out in the autopsy.

There’s nothing to see here
Just look away
You don’t know me
Walk away.

They’ll find out in the end
They’ll find out in the end
They’ll find out in the end
They’ll find out in the end.

There’s nothing to see here
Please look away
You don’t know me
Now walk away
Now walk away
Now walk away

Run away
Bitch.
Run away
Bitch.

You cannot fathom what we are about to do.
You only want my songs?
BITCH.

(Originally on Coffee & Cigarettes, 2007)

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