I've never seen you stammer
What you're singing
There's no minding whatever
Someone's not eating
There's no story left
For the shaking
What part of past isn't given
To crying? To what debt
Shall I burden the pen
You are holding?
In crime there's witness
To nothing. To no one
I play my piano now
Someone's sitting's a love for fat
Someone's standing sobers the flat
Our body's sweat. Everything's wet
Everybody's somebody's
Person to forget
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