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Finding first your head
Lies is to talk your pillow
into being the third person
To move like the talk of the town
Through the squealing people
inflatable faces with leaks
and giants with coins
tossing their valuables to the wind
again and again
Sometimes they say the sun makes
it rain
But there on your
pillow is the first place I'll leave
my walk
Besides the Dust
and all the brooms walking around
rooms in a dance
The way I remember
the pretty barefoot
girl
