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figures in my rum
these figure in a bottle
trying to hold my hand
come dance and sing and play
with us
in a far-off wonderland
but no, i say,
with every breath
that issues from my mind
the world is filled
with elusive pleasures
of the most forsaken kind
so go and bother someone else
with your troublesome disguise
and leave me here alone
to seek solace from the skies
upon my words
they went a away
and not a pipe did they squeak
but deep at night
when my bed surrounds me
i wonder where they sneak
for life and all it’s dreariness
are too easily undone
by a warm and easy atmosphere
and these figures
in my rum
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