My muse, my heart,
won't you lie with me now?
Dreaming is better, anyhow.
My autistic brain?
My juvenile heart?
Only reality can tear us apart.
To die, to sleep, perchance to dream.
The unfolding of time,
the absence of meaning.
Let's share a cigarette.
Let's talk about love.
The night that he raped you,
you looked like a dove.
Are you still fucking women?
I'm sorry, but no,
I would never kiss you,
as you already know.
Let's share a cup of coffee.
In a moment, I must go.
I won't tell you why I came here,
and I suppose you'll never know.
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