Each night I count the stars.
And each night I get the same number.
I can't remember the last time we swam together
like terrible fish in a shit-flecked aquarium.
I had brought you an old vine zin for Christmas so
I bought some today and murdered the bottle,
knowing I would enjoy the idea.
Where have all the clowns gone>
I've tried praying but
I feel like God laughs at my jokes.
Sometimes a train's horn sounds off downtown.
Sometimes it doesn't.
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