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The Fan And The Bellows

A Beechers Brook is low

A hurdle at which greater men have fallen

She manipulates

Steals my mind and hides it in the garden


But now, only love can bring me down

Somehow,somehow love must bring me down

I become the fan and the bellows


The cupid masturbates

Absent of all thought and of all reason

Shoots me in the back

I think perhaps it must be shooting season


Not me! Not me!

The Fan And The Bellows /

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