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in the winter in a seaside boarding housethe killer swigs and wheelsround his room telling how he made thatweeping spinster kneelyellow light seeps through a fly-glown lampshadefading with the dawnhe yells and laughs, "they all wanted it -- it was easy sohow could it be wrong?"five am and the seas are boilingfive am and the windows crackfive am and my hands are on youbig madnessbig madnesswhen i phone you just to hear your voice, oh pleasedon't judge me soit's just that i don't think i'll rise again till i've seenhow low i can gonext springtime when i'm gone for good and you struggleto find the wordscruel enough through all these dying countenancemy stupid laughter will be heardfive am and the seas are boilingfive am and the windows crackfive am and my hands are on youbig madnessbig madnessbig madness
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