GAGGING ON DOUBT AGAIN
I've got it good and how's that
go? You Tupemaro guerrilla you,
you should know! The thin light
of the old ashtray glass, in blue,
pervades your face like a mystery.
Do you remember recalcitrance,
or just the trance? Seems to me,
anyway, they're sort of both the
same - the glamour, once gone,
keeps fading, and we all wheeze
down to nothing. I want to go to
where I've never been, and I now
suddenly realize how very easy
that ought to be!
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