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the wobble of the speakers kicks up the ancient dust
i'm pushing my body to sin faster
hooting, goofy and spectacular
sibilants hissing in the speakers
a devil's bloody hoof print
awash in my terrible ripples
you are your own extractor
i felt the cool wind of a million doors opening
oh, today you are the cool guy
how profound our loudest errors
you can't grasp the past, brother
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