I’M WRITING YOU NOW, SWEET, DARLING LUCILLE
YOU CAN’T EVEN PRETEND, WHAT’S FALSE AND WHAT’S REAL
YOU LIKE DRAGONS AND GHOSTS; DIG THE BEATLES
A SLOW MOTION JAM, PIGGYS THAT SQUEAL
YOU MAKE STRANGE, RANDOM POSTS, AGAINST FACT AND SENTIENT
THEN HIDE WITH YOUR GHOSTS, THAT DWELL IN YOUR RESIDENCE
AND I WONDER AWOKE, SWEET, DARLING LUCILLE
IS IT YOU, THAT I KNOW, WAS NEVER REAL?
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