I've always wanted to live in a castle.
Now I settle for Eugene. The rain
the trash I've become. My broken
boots dragging me to the library.
Cars without their lights on.
The mean streets of Eugene.
Against the volcanic knob the river
snaking its way to Corvallis. Where
in the hell am I under all these magnolias?
Trees are killing me. Wait up puppets.
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