XVIII

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A sparkling light in the distance
A small hand held
The taste of cat fur
And a murmur from a mouse
Have you not
I beg you please
Have you not
I beg to thee
Race upon the bitter rain
As I count in threes
Hold the cartridge of marijuana
And slip into something sane
Hold me
Hold me
Bitter blue sky
Have you not
Seen his eyes?
I beg you
I plead
So mournfully
I held the paleness
The cold
The stiff
I held him as he left without his gift
He then grabbed my shoulder
And i in shock
Quite vaguely
Quite suddenly
I ought
Startled I rattle like bones on chains
And begin my remorse
And hurting pains
He speaks to me three words I'll never forget
"Have you not"
I nod In regret

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