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The Foggiest
Lookin’ out the window at the rain, the rain outside the red and blue plane just
David, you’ve got to eat something
In a home drowned a mountain, the desolate dreamer cried
“I have played the sickness for so long that I’ve become the sickness,
I have seen words dethrone me like suffering wrought at my shadow’s hands”
No. I want to go home—
Sometimes I couldn’t wait the dandy eyes were just there, so irresistible,
I reached for my mother my father my family grows ashen gardens
Mashed potatoes are my favorite but where am I where is mom
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Richard H. Dunsany
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