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I've got the gawks and I am picking up your quirks

Not another dead bird!

You catch all but the gulls

There's enough oil here to slick back our stray hairs forever

Lorraine, they say

Your gray is grace

And your decay will wash away

Lorraine, your rain has bleary eyes

Blinking for the skyline

Shelter is easy but it's home you can't find

At least it takes time

I've got the fear and I am tugging at your sleeve

Not another dead word!

You will kill nonsense dead

There's enough sulk here to swallow the youngest tear

In clouds forever

Never seen a shooting star

Mistaken for a meteor

From the crowded Erie shore

There you were

I've got the shakes

And I am praying for your grace

Quickly, before I move away

You're a karma bomb

There's not enough movement here to fuse rivers and divisions for a minute

Lest forever

Lorraine, they call you here

You're supposed to see it

That the city makes its own stars

They catch fire

There's hope in your shadows

Dark only in the sickest ways

If we squint 'til the heavens are clear

You'll be near

I come to you bearing plenty

All of it worthless probably

Can you take the worst from me?

Can you take the fool out of me?

Lorraine, I'd say

Your gray is grace

And your nasty will vindicate