Reach up the fizzy light.
Don't let the plaster disaster bring you down.
Know that the man above pees in the sink to care for you.
Drops of vomit from drunken space massage oil to your temples.
Marlboro ashes, rose pedal rice, lift your toes dry.
Baptismal bottle water breaks through despairing duct tape bandage blessing wound.
And, don't cry shop-boy. Don't cry.
You've got mail from Grace Chang/ 葛蘭.
我...
我!!!
我要...
我要!!!
我要你...
我要你!!!
我要你的...
我要你的!!!
我要你的愛...
我要你的愛!!!
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