Here in this midwest,
we got this mold cling sort of rot to us,
this aging death.
And love, you ‘n I, we got it.
It’s all just click clackin’ away towards–
–the big hand ‘n the little hand facin’ up at us,
judgin’ for all the ____ we missed.
‘n those lips,
‘n those lips.
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