.Michael looks up at the bottle from under a glass table
He's mouthing words I can't make out, something about innocence
He calls us all his best friends
And swaggers into the haze of no questions
Joy keeps a strict diet of popsicles, pop-tarts, and heroin
She likes to open t.
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