.My friend got drunk at a poetry reading. We went down to Union Square.
We were hungry like a New York City band, and I cut off my hand.
It grew back. My hands are like that.
Yeah, sometimes, my hands grow back.
The world was small. The size of a house.
But the world was always.
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