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Skeleton Crew
They said they would give me money.
They said they would buy me a white dog. We asked for a future smaller than a spider’s paw. We said if you keep us alive a little longer If your circulation suffers to produce surrender you will collect our infinite dust in a Dixie cup. Unearth me a protean accomplishment by placing gothic systems in the roundness of my tubes While I breathe information on the fuselage like a defunct rose in drab suburbs of memory. |  |
