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THIRD PERSON CRYING

That's the third person crying
I've seen in the last year;
The tapping of the foreign rights
Makes a light ring in my white beer.

The yes-please connotes a long winter
With stars crushing cars
By means of electromagnets,

Guilt leaking from the sprockets
The mob pries apart
Waiting for the coronation.

Tonight I'll eat,
The christmas tree tumbleweeds
Like to flip a taxi,
Bookstores shaken by the windows.