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Flipping Switches
On sight. On smell.
My body betrays me
Every hidden switch flicked
Every pulse and button jammed
What is this bag of bones for, if not to run and run and run from you
Even if I want you gone
out of here tonight
Eyes lock, screws turn
The heart weakens and the mind
rolls over
to what the rising day holds
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Lazarus Boxer
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