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i'm not crazy, anyway
only a little broken
inside, outside, all sides
(can't you hear the dogs?)
I've been in crazy
and this isn't it
this is just the foyer
with pretty marble floors
i'm just a little bit cracked
along the rims of my mind
not completely broken off
into wonderland
not yet, anyway
i think im getting there, though
it smells like it on tuesdays
and when the sun sets
the gerbil goes wild
(these are all clear signs)
i'm almost a textbook case
except that i can't read
without my rose-coloured specs
and a cat in my lap
(a man against my lips helps a lot,
the fragments nearly make sense, then)
last time i looked
i still was sane, a little, in a way
the dogs, silent... anyway
it didn't matter anyway
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