.Window mounted air conditioning unit,
Humming like a hive.
We want to send postcards to the friends we used to have,
Rub their noses in the ugly fact that we are still alive,
And we play,
Lovers reggae,
On accordian and banjo,
When the moon is high.
And we lie on the floor.
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