I reek of ash and rust
It falls and settles-
Your hands leave iron gifts
Make my papier-mâché your pincushion
We lie tuned to the same frequency
Dancing on telephone lines
Fixed broken fuse boxes electrocuting to life
Thunder only reminds me of static words
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Tonight you will walk home hand-in-hand with Kentucky Fried Nonsense instead of me.
You will hold yourself close and wish I was there with home-cooked clarity
And Kentucky Fried Nonsense will be the first meal you’ve had in two days.
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