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Sold
 
Holding you close to me
Will only cost twelve cents
At a 1,000,000% interest rate 
In the so-called long run
As explained by a bad man
Wearing a blazer stolen off the back of a bankrupt boxer

He has promises of pollen 
That can be held in a trust fund for you
And sheets of marzipan to chew when you’re too afraid
To leave your room

You can’t afford to disappear
If you don’t acquire a taste for dumpster diving
 
Or the glow of a satellite burning in a barn
When you go on about feeling uninspired

If you start lying you can sport brunch rituals 
And other privileges to grow tired of

Forever ago you drank straight from the bottle
Just to make a decision your parents would disapprove of

In honor of our irony
The horizon flared up in pink embryos
Searching for a thesaurus
To fall in love with

I don’t have the infrastructure to write letters
For people I can’t stop thinking about
But try to misunderstand me 
For what I am
When you happen to leave
My already empty bed
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