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Off With the Top of My Head, Part 2
A stop of the path we have led,
and strangers we know intimately,
so strange now, so soft,
and droughted for words,
care for our songs in our stead;
all twilight, all figments, no silent
creations,
burn themselves in effigy, stark
vaccinations,
enraged for our love's face,
enraptured in her embrace,
a final farewell, no meanings from afar,
a final tumult, a ship now ashore.
