I don't care
if you woke up
in Tutenkamun's
gilt edged living room,
it's the long last
sun rays, omitting
from a toilet door,
with the sure
stamp and sign,
that beseeches the
air with mankind,
only equals
I hear,
are here,
your blue bloody
smile is lost to me,
believe it,
for I am back stage always,
with or without you...
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