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    R & R  
     
    Raven and the razor  
    sullen roommates of my life  
    Razor with a fork and  
    Raven with a knife  
    If I don't bring home carrion  
    to brighten their repast...  
    Razor gets me first.  
    Raven gets me last.  
    
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    Dialysis Part I  
     
    Take what I feel, take it  
    Out of my heart  
    Put it together  
    Pull it apart  
    Swallow the poisons  
    Put the feeling back clean  
    Or at least let me know  
    That you know what I mean. 
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    Dialysis Haiku  
     
    I apologize  
    It isn't really your job  
    They are my problems.
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    Dialysis Disclaimer  
     
    There are no guarantees  
    Efficacy may be affected  
    By the patient's  
    Inability  
    Or unwillingness  
    To follow package instructions.  
    Interactions may be serious  
    Please read the enclosed  
    Leaflet. 
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    Orange  
     
    I feel I feel  
    Like an orange peel  
    Crushed out my soul  
    In a cut glass bowl.  
     
    I feel I feel  
    Like a locked-up door  
    That doesn't know  
    What it's locked up for.  
     
    I feel I feel  
    Like a single shoe  
    With the buckle broken  
    And the sole worn through.  
     
    I feel I feel  
    Like the wasted rain  
    On the face of the ocean  
    That cures no pain.  
     
    I feel I feel  
    Like everything  
    Except the woman who  
    Wore that ring... 
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    It doesn't help to know why...  
     
    It doesn't help to know why  
    The memory makes me weak  
    If the reality doesn't touch me  
    When the reality touches me.  
     
    It doesn't help to pry it apart  
    To prod at the writhing creature  
    And ask it why it doesn't work  
    Why it doesn't hold the shell tight anymore. 
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    Precious  
     
    My life like the  
    Strand of pearls  
    breaks.  
    Tiny spheres of  
    Irredeemably precious  
    Rebounding  
                          
    off the  
    Floor . . . 
                         
    boards.  
     
    It can't be fixed  
    The world (the room)  
    is too big  
     
    Who could find all the parts and  
    Even if they  
    Did  
    It still tastes of  
    Having broken. |