i e-mailed your pillow: i'm not at home
i just want to row your boat
curds in my treachery milk
new york fell down: i fell down
u turned into the city
u turned into snow
i like to get rid of things
new york fell down so i can't
u live here stammering
in the toothpaste snow
u turn into an azuki bean
did u get my order?
the ceiling is on the floor
u have never lived here
i e-mail my pillow
i paint your eyes
i do not live here
u turn into tofu
thank u for no apparent reason
now bark and put your face
somewhere else
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