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Old Edge
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There on the Old Edge
Plundering under
We were some Self-Humpty
Wagers of War
We bore our Yolks
To the Tune of the floor
And the Crack of Thunder
We both knew
We both knew
And Loved it
Shell-shocked we
Deviled our Time 'tween the
Bleed and the Bite
'Tween the Edge
And the Plummet
We walked a Fine line
Wild and Untamed
Some say that we Cut our
Bodies to Form
More like we cut
To the Eye of the Storm
Stood there to be Unmade
Old Ash in the Ashtray
Hard-boiled little Body
Got me in my Egg-shape
Cannonballed
Made me Disincarnate
Put me in the Party
I'm a tall Glass of too Much
Much too much Rain
We both Knew
And we both found it
Lovely
Retching up Bullets to Plates
We were White in the Face
But we had that Young Comradery
Comradery!
Took it upon myself to Git
Now I don't know you Anymore
I lost my Edge I lost my Shit
And I forget how it was Before
Swiss holes in my Memory
Don't know if I'm Sorry
Don't know if I Should Be
Are you Mad
Left you in the Ashtray
Hard-boiled little Body
Cracked up in your Egg-shape
Are you Ashamed
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