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We awoke at dawn
Lying together like slumbering lions
Dreaming to the tune of an old song
that creeps and crawls in this petty place
Like salty clouds over Nod.
I look in mirrors and sigh
At too many reflections and dissections
Of the self,
We don't exist except in my head
And that's always been the problem.
But that's okay.
A little older and colder
Until our minds freeze over and our hearts cry
Black onyx tears of loathing and filth
Our only collected wealth to offer to anyone
A magnificent and terrible empire of nothing
When it should have been something, anything
To connect with another and have a lover
Of both soul and flesh,
the ultimate;
To be owned by and own another
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Sarge: I think it would be ironic if our guns didn't shoot bullets, but instead squirted a healing salve that cured all wounds.
Caboose: I think it would be ironic if everything was made of iron.
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