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I think I know too much
About language
To have a conversation
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I say so many things
So many things
I don't understand
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And I'm getting sick and tired
Of telling the people I love
That I love them
The moon curves
Like a lure
Toward my itty bitty dreams
And the story follows, like a tail
Used for balance
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I do what I normally do
But it feels all wrong
I don't do anything
Beliefs come and
Go as they please
I do nothing but dishes
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The hand thinks
It knows the world
The hand thinks
It must know the world
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And I've changed my mind
About bugs—they're great
I love the insane battles
They wage day and night
It helps me feel a part
Of something larger
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At another funeral
I eat a half dozen tiny turkey sandwiches
To avoid small talk with relatives
But then we made small talk about
The sandwiches
And that wasn't so bad
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Tom comes over
And we cut shit in half
For half an hour
Swinging incomplete
Sentences like cudgels
Until we're saying
The same thing over
And over
But the meaning
Compounds
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