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SKELETON KEY NECKLACE

The television's got me so woozy
The swollen faces of the anchovy
Look like art school to me,
Like business is a matter of making
Your will not only known but obvious

Making a storm drain for the energy
The competition taps into buckets
While worry waits in Rome
In the absence of the affect

One thing I miss is sex
Another one is raisin bread
The evening draws on my skin in green