Slapped stupid:

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Either the stars are drunk

Or I’m loaded sober

So let’s dip our toes

Into the great expanse,

Let it wash us in

Its blood like holy lambs

Our innocence dour

And unconscionable

And rip our hearts

From their birdcages,

Lie together once more

With our mouths pouting

And sing the stars

Down while we drink

The perspiring dawn.

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