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Ophelia, Ophelia, my dear
Get out of that water; look
At your hair, so full of leaves,
Green and Black and Blue,
Crisp and new, Sky Blue
Purple bruise. A stone statue
That doesn’t make any sense
(To you). You say they are kissing
But I only see a butt, a plumber’s butt
Crack and crap and all that shit.
So let me go. You love me, dear,
But I can’t bear these senseless words
From a better mind and a blacker heart.
Please, Ophelia, come now.
Put your flowers away;
Their meaning is lost on us.
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Euphoric Nothingness
